How could my brain make up such horrible things.
Ever have a flying dream?
Talking about your dreams won’t make them more or less true. Whether they’re completely true flashback style dreams, too much nightmare fuel blend of fiction and reality, or total fiction.
One of the consistent things my nightmares do is cast people I love/trust/respect in the role of villain. I can see WHY my brain does that... I’m a control freak, and it’s the only (well, on a short list) of comfort my brain CAN offer me. I’m otherwise reliving something terrible, but I’m not alone. I’m with someone I love. Not in a role of victim, or someone I’m supposed to protect and failing, but the most powerful person in the room. Which leaves me with a queasy
disgusting feeling, but also means -unlike what happened in real life- I know them. I know what makes them tick. I have a chance to use that information. So it makes a twisted kind of sense that I’ve both inserted a protector in my dreams as well as an edge, at least an illusion of control, in what was an entirely uncontrolled situation.
It took me awhile to work out WHY people I loved were being cast as evil sons of bitches. Especially when there was no way in hell they were involved. All my trauma happened as an adult, I very clearly remember all the players involved, and none of them were my 25yo mommy or 30yo daddy. (My parents were retired by the time my trauma happened, but it makes sense that if I’m casting a rescuer? I’d cast them as I remembered them as a child... when they were young/fit/healthy & had the power of God in my child’s heart & mind, the power to make everything safe/warm/happy/good again). Whilst I DID have a few boyfriends I’ve crossed paths with, without knowing? (We were both in the same place, doing the same job, years earlier... but never met). I ALSO know they weren’t involved. Different nationality, race, age, etc. It’s just my mind, doing what it does.
^^^The point of this isn’t to say your dreams aren’t true. The point of this is even
knowing for certain my dreams aren’t true? Doesn’t halt the mindf*ck. And that’s just one version of having too much nightmare fuel, that I’ve worked out to my own satisfaction. It’s still nauseating, confusing, disgusting, gutting, hateful that leaves me feeling disoriented for hours/days afterward. (And before I worked out that pattern? It caused me to break up with a few people, thinking I had noticed something subconsciously about them / viewed it as a sign to leave them. These days I just throw up and ignore it. But it took me awhile to get there).
It’s
okay for dreams to cause a mindf*ck. Not okay like good/fun, but just super normal. It’s okay not to have perfect understanding of them, or for them not to make sense, or for them to rake you over the coals... and it’s okay to work through that process with someone.
Ain’t wrong to want a little bit of backup. Someone you know/trust to work through things with.