FindingMyself88
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Almost 4 weeks without flashbacks or night terrors... too good to be true right? Should've known that.
Last night's nightmare though was different. Normally my nightmares and flashbacks are from reality of things that happened to me. But last night's wasn't. And if I do have a regular nightmare, I don't ever remember them.
I was back in my hometown where me, my mom, my stepdad use to live with his parents. Except somehow I got the impression my parents were not living there. Anyways I was out on a walk, without Bristol, which makes no sense. It was getting close to dark, but not dark yet. I was almost back to my grandmother's when this guy walks out of a yard. He has no facial expression, just staring dead at me. I immediately want to run and scream, but I can't. We are almost there, we are in the yard. I'm trying to call my stepdad on the phone but I can't get him. Again, I want to scream, I want to run. We are on the porch and he grabs me. All I manage is a little small scream. But no one hears or responds. He is SO calm, so sure no one will hear me. He starts dragging me away.
This is when I jerk awake and again my body is FLOODED with adrenaline but I can't scream. I normally try to stay in bed when nightmares happen, because by this point Bristol is on top of me licking my face and trying to ground me. But I had to get up, I had to prove to myself I could move.
I thought I was through with these :(. I thought sleep was safe again. I see my T again today. A small part of me doesn't want to tell her because I don't want to start EMDR again anytime soon. That last round really wore me out. Although it did work so I am thankful.
I don't get why I remembered this one but not any other nightmares that aren't based in reality. I mean as much as I hate to admit it, I see parts of this dream that are related to 2 past traumas, but yet totally different. The fact that he was so calm and sure he wouldn't get caught and the feeling I got of not being able to scream or run reminds me of the rape, but also the physical abuse from my dad. If I reacted at all, I got beat way worse.
Last night's nightmare though was different. Normally my nightmares and flashbacks are from reality of things that happened to me. But last night's wasn't. And if I do have a regular nightmare, I don't ever remember them.
I was back in my hometown where me, my mom, my stepdad use to live with his parents. Except somehow I got the impression my parents were not living there. Anyways I was out on a walk, without Bristol, which makes no sense. It was getting close to dark, but not dark yet. I was almost back to my grandmother's when this guy walks out of a yard. He has no facial expression, just staring dead at me. I immediately want to run and scream, but I can't. We are almost there, we are in the yard. I'm trying to call my stepdad on the phone but I can't get him. Again, I want to scream, I want to run. We are on the porch and he grabs me. All I manage is a little small scream. But no one hears or responds. He is SO calm, so sure no one will hear me. He starts dragging me away.
This is when I jerk awake and again my body is FLOODED with adrenaline but I can't scream. I normally try to stay in bed when nightmares happen, because by this point Bristol is on top of me licking my face and trying to ground me. But I had to get up, I had to prove to myself I could move.
I thought I was through with these :(. I thought sleep was safe again. I see my T again today. A small part of me doesn't want to tell her because I don't want to start EMDR again anytime soon. That last round really wore me out. Although it did work so I am thankful.
I don't get why I remembered this one but not any other nightmares that aren't based in reality. I mean as much as I hate to admit it, I see parts of this dream that are related to 2 past traumas, but yet totally different. The fact that he was so calm and sure he wouldn't get caught and the feeling I got of not being able to scream or run reminds me of the rape, but also the physical abuse from my dad. If I reacted at all, I got beat way worse.