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Dreaming weirdness
Aug. 11th, 2005 10:39 am
For most of my life, as far as I can tell, I just haven't dreamed. I mean, I know I must - there's the whole "you go insane without R.E.M. sleep" thing, and I think I'm still sane (stop snickering, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelfire1969 and mycrazyhair) - but I never, ever remember anything I dream about.
Three times since Sunday night, I've had vivid, unpleasant dreams that made me wake up in a sweat. Sunday night's was fairly mild - M & I were having an argument because he'd called a cab too late to get us to the airport on time. Of course, we were at his place in Cambridge and the airport involved was Heathrow, which would make a cab ride...difficult at best. Still, that's dreams for you. This one's even fairly transparent in cause - his habit of procrastinating until the last possible moment on big, life-changing decisions drives me nuts. I'm a big fan of certainty.
Last night's, though, qualified as a full-on nightmare. There were dead cats, and being stalked, and... it really wasn't nice. It's faded, mostly, now - all I can really remember is being afraid - but it was bad. At least M wasn't in that one. *g*
So now I'm wondering, what's going on in my subconscious that this would be happening now? More importantly, how do I make it stop? I'd really like to get a full night's sleep sometime soon.
angelfire1969 and mycrazyhair) - but I never, ever remember anything I dream about.Three times since Sunday night, I've had vivid, unpleasant dreams that made me wake up in a sweat. Sunday night's was fairly mild - M & I were having an argument because he'd called a cab too late to get us to the airport on time. Of course, we were at his place in Cambridge and the airport involved was Heathrow, which would make a cab ride...difficult at best. Still, that's dreams for you. This one's even fairly transparent in cause - his habit of procrastinating until the last possible moment on big, life-changing decisions drives me nuts. I'm a big fan of certainty.
Last night's, though, qualified as a full-on nightmare. There were dead cats, and being stalked, and... it really wasn't nice. It's faded, mostly, now - all I can really remember is being afraid - but it was bad. At least M wasn't in that one. *g*
So now I'm wondering, what's going on in my subconscious that this would be happening now? More importantly, how do I make it stop? I'd really like to get a full night's sleep sometime soon.
