So, this is a bit sad and beautifull I believe.
I have nightmares every night, ever since I can remember. It started in early elementary school. Sleeping for me means having nightmares, no way around it.
Every once in a very long while, I have a nice night. Normally when that happens I cry, because nice dreams are a very bittersweet thing for me. I remember when a year ago or so dreamed I had a puppy. When I woke up I bawled my eyes out, cause there was no puppy.
As a kid I started coping by not calling them nightmares anymore, but adventure dreams. I considered them to be like scary videogames, that I loved, that need to be beaten and controlled, the monsters very scary, yes, but possible to beat, with the right technique.
Beating could mean making an conscient effort to wake up, to realize it is a dream, to make them nice again, hiding, or changing the dream. I have some very dramatic memories of some of those dreams. Quite frankly, it would make for a good movie.
Ever since I called them adventure dreams, and I had one every night.
Unfortunately, the monsters rarely show up anymore. My nightmares are nowadays about stressfull things, abondenment, blame and shame, arguments, or spiders, and can be adventures no more. I wonder if, in time, I could get my fighting spirit back up.
Sometimes I wish the old nightmare monsters would visit once again, I kind of miss them. Especially the burning man, we had some awsome adventures.
But I guess, those nightmares are not nightmares anymore, so I got a better class of nightmares.
I hope this thread is not inappropiate.
I have nightmares every night, ever since I can remember. It started in early elementary school. Sleeping for me means having nightmares, no way around it.
Every once in a very long while, I have a nice night. Normally when that happens I cry, because nice dreams are a very bittersweet thing for me. I remember when a year ago or so dreamed I had a puppy. When I woke up I bawled my eyes out, cause there was no puppy.
As a kid I started coping by not calling them nightmares anymore, but adventure dreams. I considered them to be like scary videogames, that I loved, that need to be beaten and controlled, the monsters very scary, yes, but possible to beat, with the right technique.
Beating could mean making an conscient effort to wake up, to realize it is a dream, to make them nice again, hiding, or changing the dream. I have some very dramatic memories of some of those dreams. Quite frankly, it would make for a good movie.
Ever since I called them adventure dreams, and I had one every night.
Unfortunately, the monsters rarely show up anymore. My nightmares are nowadays about stressfull things, abondenment, blame and shame, arguments, or spiders, and can be adventures no more. I wonder if, in time, I could get my fighting spirit back up.
Sometimes I wish the old nightmare monsters would visit once again, I kind of miss them. Especially the burning man, we had some awsome adventures.
But I guess, those nightmares are not nightmares anymore, so I got a better class of nightmares.
I hope this thread is not inappropiate.