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Im done with dreams. I would like to know where I cancel my subscription to dreaming of all kinds permanently. Seriously! I have had quite enough. Tell me...What good ever came to me from having the “gift” of my subconscious to draw up scenarios that I can not always control?
I have a friend named Chris who was well practiced at attempting “dream control”. He once believed in the theory that through practice a person could control themselves in a dream any time they wanted. Picture something like the Matrix movie. He is about to turn thirty years old like myself and is no better controlling his dreams than balancing his checkbook.
Lately Hngrygrl says I am talking in my sleep. "Yelling!" she said. Its been going on a month now but I only found out when I asked her why she was sleeping on the couch one morning. She explained she had gotten scared at my “yelling foul words out loud in my sleep” and came out to the living room for her safety. WTF? I dont remember any such incident. I admit in the past I have woken myself up with my own talking out loud. I often have a recurring dream that it is necessary to yell out as loud as I can but in my dream I am unable to produce the yell and no matter how hard I try my cry out loud is but a whisper.
If it’s a dream that I am in a place I don’t want to be, I cant always wake myself up to get out and am forced to confront whatever horrible story line my subconscious produces for me. What about the dreams where you are in a perfect place? In a great place with your favorite people and you are so happy to be their. A sex dream fits into this category. The best sexual fantasy you could dream. You are perfectly happy to be at that place and never want to leave.......then the alarm goes off.. F$*$!!! I cant stand that!
The two worst dreams I ever had came in jail. One came on the first night in jail when I had a dream about something and had completely forgoten I was actually on the floor of a room with a hundred assholes...that only had enough bunks for sixty assholes. Slowly I came awake and could hear the sounds of the jail before opening my eyes and remembered where I was. That was like getting punched in my SOUL. The other worst is the dream scenario that takes place in the jail. I could not even escape jail in my dreams.
Last night I had a dream I was in Eden with Eve. It was just her and I. We were streched out underneath a red apple tree. We looked out at the beautiful skyline at a perfect sunset. Every word we spoke to each other was perfect and without need of explanation. Then I woke up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom then had a smoke. “Don’t go back to sleep!” I told myself. “Never gonna be that good when you go back to sleep!”. I went back to bed because I was to tired to make coffee. A fraction of an instant later I was back in Eden with Eve! “GTF out of here!” “No way!” Twice in the same night? That has never happend to me before. It was a perfect dream again, but now we were stretched out watching the sun-rise. Eve and I stayed up all night in total bliss.
Then I woke up.
I dont complain because its a lot better than waking up in a room full of assholes. It is the fact that I felt so good in my dream last night that is bothering me. The feelings and images were so powerfull. At least I get to wake up to Eve.
Update: The residue from my dream the night-before-last stayed with me all day. I think the explosion of feelings I experienced was a result of some kind of very powerful interaction, possibly related to endorphins or the Effexor Rx I take once a day...IDK. All I can say is I have never felt a rush like that in a dream.
I have a friend named Chris who was well practiced at attempting “dream control”. He once believed in the theory that through practice a person could control themselves in a dream any time they wanted. Picture something like the Matrix movie. He is about to turn thirty years old like myself and is no better controlling his dreams than balancing his checkbook.
Lately Hngrygrl says I am talking in my sleep. "Yelling!" she said. Its been going on a month now but I only found out when I asked her why she was sleeping on the couch one morning. She explained she had gotten scared at my “yelling foul words out loud in my sleep” and came out to the living room for her safety. WTF? I dont remember any such incident. I admit in the past I have woken myself up with my own talking out loud. I often have a recurring dream that it is necessary to yell out as loud as I can but in my dream I am unable to produce the yell and no matter how hard I try my cry out loud is but a whisper.
If it’s a dream that I am in a place I don’t want to be, I cant always wake myself up to get out and am forced to confront whatever horrible story line my subconscious produces for me. What about the dreams where you are in a perfect place? In a great place with your favorite people and you are so happy to be their. A sex dream fits into this category. The best sexual fantasy you could dream. You are perfectly happy to be at that place and never want to leave.......then the alarm goes off.. F$*$!!! I cant stand that!
The two worst dreams I ever had came in jail. One came on the first night in jail when I had a dream about something and had completely forgoten I was actually on the floor of a room with a hundred assholes...that only had enough bunks for sixty assholes. Slowly I came awake and could hear the sounds of the jail before opening my eyes and remembered where I was. That was like getting punched in my SOUL. The other worst is the dream scenario that takes place in the jail. I could not even escape jail in my dreams.
Last night I had a dream I was in Eden with Eve. It was just her and I. We were streched out underneath a red apple tree. We looked out at the beautiful skyline at a perfect sunset. Every word we spoke to each other was perfect and without need of explanation. Then I woke up. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom then had a smoke. “Don’t go back to sleep!” I told myself. “Never gonna be that good when you go back to sleep!”. I went back to bed because I was to tired to make coffee. A fraction of an instant later I was back in Eden with Eve! “GTF out of here!” “No way!” Twice in the same night? That has never happend to me before. It was a perfect dream again, but now we were stretched out watching the sun-rise. Eve and I stayed up all night in total bliss.
Then I woke up.
I dont complain because its a lot better than waking up in a room full of assholes. It is the fact that I felt so good in my dream last night that is bothering me. The feelings and images were so powerfull. At least I get to wake up to Eve.
Update: The residue from my dream the night-before-last stayed with me all day. I think the explosion of feelings I experienced was a result of some kind of very powerful interaction, possibly related to endorphins or the Effexor Rx I take once a day...IDK. All I can say is I have never felt a rush like that in a dream.
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