You mean when I awake bathed in sweat
screaming for help? Basically what happens when I sleep is between me and the
sheets and I very rarely remember in the morning what it was all about. When a
dream (nightmare) takes place, it is very vivid and the feeling is that it
exists. Reflecting on a long life of dreams and sleep, one seemed to have left
a long lasting impression.
You are lying in bed, it is dark when you open your eyes and a figure is standing in the doorway. Dressed in black of course (all murky frightening figures are dressed in black) and is wearing a hat with a wide brim. You do not even see the features on his face. “Go away” is all you can scream at him, but he just stands there looking in your direction. Although looking is an overstatement, when he has no eyes, mouth or nose, the figure being drenched in darkness and dripping black, you do not know that he is actually focussing you, he is just standing turned in your direction. As I said this was many years ago, not enough to write a best seller about. If I was Bram Stoker I would have written a book to remember for years. I read that Dracula was based on a dream he had.
Strange figures in dreams are always suspect. Generally I suppose you can blame it on eating before bed time, or drinking too much coffee, or perhaps having a problem that you cannot solve. Now if you were living at the time of Sigmund Freud, I am sure he would have explained why you had the dream, but he seemed to blame everything on your mother or an unhappy childhood. I hope my kids do not dream, otherwise it would be my fault. I do not believe that dreams mean anything in particular, they are just a result of the subconscious playing tricks on you. Fragments of life that lodge themselves somewhere in a grey cell.
I am sure my cats dream. I have three. One does not dream. She sleeps twenty-three hours and spends an hour a day looking for somewhere to sleep so she does not have the time to spend on a dream. My blind cat Fluffy, often makes strange noises in his sleep. Perhaps the tuna monster is walking over him. My big fat longhaired black cat, Nera, also dreams. She murmers in her sleep, I am sure she is working out a devious plan to take over the world.
When I have the dream of dreams, I will write a best seller.
You are lying in bed, it is dark when you open your eyes and a figure is standing in the doorway. Dressed in black of course (all murky frightening figures are dressed in black) and is wearing a hat with a wide brim. You do not even see the features on his face. “Go away” is all you can scream at him, but he just stands there looking in your direction. Although looking is an overstatement, when he has no eyes, mouth or nose, the figure being drenched in darkness and dripping black, you do not know that he is actually focussing you, he is just standing turned in your direction. As I said this was many years ago, not enough to write a best seller about. If I was Bram Stoker I would have written a book to remember for years. I read that Dracula was based on a dream he had.
Strange figures in dreams are always suspect. Generally I suppose you can blame it on eating before bed time, or drinking too much coffee, or perhaps having a problem that you cannot solve. Now if you were living at the time of Sigmund Freud, I am sure he would have explained why you had the dream, but he seemed to blame everything on your mother or an unhappy childhood. I hope my kids do not dream, otherwise it would be my fault. I do not believe that dreams mean anything in particular, they are just a result of the subconscious playing tricks on you. Fragments of life that lodge themselves somewhere in a grey cell.
I am sure my cats dream. I have three. One does not dream. She sleeps twenty-three hours and spends an hour a day looking for somewhere to sleep so she does not have the time to spend on a dream. My blind cat Fluffy, often makes strange noises in his sleep. Perhaps the tuna monster is walking over him. My big fat longhaired black cat, Nera, also dreams. She murmers in her sleep, I am sure she is working out a devious plan to take over the world.
When I have the dream of dreams, I will write a best seller.
I rarely remember dreams or nightmares, although I do recall one that recurred a lot when I was in my twenties, about being able to fly and soar like a bird (a dream, then, not a nightmare). Some folks make a lot of money writing books about what dreams are 'about'. I think most of them are complete rubbish.
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