My dreams associated with PTSD have a lot in common with the movie Aliens. Especially the very ending of the movies. When the xenomorphic creature is hiding in the escape pod and unfurls itself limb by limb than tail than its big head than the double mouths that glisten with its saliva. There's lots of symbolism in my dream . The mother ship represents what I left, comfort, more space and a home, to run from my fears. The escape pod represents me in survival mode and the xenomorphic creature in the escape pod represents that no matter where I go it will be with me. I ran out of my Prazocin last night and was awaiting my deeply disturbing nightmares, too which I have succumbed to living with and am at their mercy, so I was like, ok, I've had these disturbing nightmares for over 30 years. I should be used to them. Than, the angel that my two almost three year old daughter is, came in, on her own to sleep with us. No nightmares, she flushed them out or helped me blocked them. She normally does not, on her own just come into our room and climb up at 1230 am, onto our bed and plop down and sleep. Miracles do happen and I was blessed with her presence. I did not fully escape my nightmare though. I woke up at about 5 in the morning and I was still in the same eerie twilight zone I get into after a full nightlong onslaught of nightmares and my dog Lucy makes a noise. that's all it took, I turn to my left in pitch black than the horrifying image of all blackness with white shiny teeth and then the image of the head of the alien. It startled me but being that I have had them for many decades I composed myself rather quickly and proceeded, or tried to proceed on with the rest of my day. I made it but I quickly made a call to get my meds and got them today. Yay! No more nightmares. This is the sh*t that makes me know my sh$it is real, my struggle is real but who can relate to this. im sure some of you guys can. Scared and happy at the same time. God bless all. I thank God for my daughter.