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Uncle_Bob wrote:What is "tx"

Treatment.

Before tx, I remember dreams, every night...and they vivid, weird and foretold of a terrible future.

Immediatedly after starting tx, I couldn't remember having dreams, except when my mask would come off or my mouth would open -- then I would have dreams like before, but even worse....

But now, I remember dreams, at least as often as not....and some aren't so bad....though I'm not sure how a dream that isn't a nightmare isn't a bad dream?

The Dreamer.

jnk wrote:

gasp wrote: . . . My husband and I had a slight tiff - we're not afraid of conflict - however it must have reached a part of me that thought differently . . .

So, then, it sounds like you already have a pretty good idea what the dream was "about."

gasp wrote: . . . I found myself being kissed by a man I didn't know and he was a pretty good kisser. I thought in the dream how this shouldn't be happening. I tried to tell him but every time I tried he'd kiss me in a different way that was like a tickle. Shortly that vanished and I was helping a girl make her bed, worrying that if I didn't tuck her sheets and pretty quilt in good enough the pesky scorpions would get in her bed. I had to keep jumping here and there to avoid them on the floor. This story vanished shortly and then I was looking for a plastic toy that served as a key to my vintage corvette, like I owned in my twenties in real life. The room was a mess and it was hard to find. Then I understood it was my mom's house that was such a mess (which is completely opposite of her real home) and I told her how come I had to clean my room so good if her house was in such a mess.

Thank God it all ended there. Sheesh. There you have it : ) I'm not even going to look that up in a dream interpretation book!

Perhaps your subconscious is reminding you that intimacy (tickle) and security (protecting the girl) are important enough for you to tread more lightly. The memories of the fun and freedom of younger years (toy/car) may be alluring, but it still had complications and conflicts (messiness/mother). It may be that not disappointing your loved ones is still very important to you, even when their expectations are unfair, arbitrary, and contradictory.

Or, then again, maybe it was just a dream.



jeff

Nah, I'll go with what you said : )))

gasp wrote: . . . Nah, I'll go with what you said : )))

I admire your bravery. And your being such a good sport about my nonsense. Hope it helped you forget.

jnk wrote:

gasp wrote: . . . Nah, I'll go with what you said : )))

I admire your bravery. And your being such a good sport about my nonsense. Hope it helped you forget.

Thanks Last nights dream was much better. I don't remember it LOL Really, I enjoy most of my dreams.

gasp wrote:

jnk wrote:

gasp wrote: . . . Nah, I'll go with what you said : )))

I admire your bravery. And your being such a good sport about my nonsense. Hope it helped you forget.

Thanks Last nights dream was much better. I don't remember it LOL Really, I enjoy most of my dreams.

Funny, but last night I had one of my most vivid dreams of all time. It was one of those where I was watching myself from a distance in most of it.

I was giving a lecture (something I occasionally do in real life) to a large outdoor audience when suddenly everything went wrong--sound system, multimedia stuff, notes, everything. And I froze. (Something I never do in real life. I can ALWAYS talk. )One of the higher-ups from where I work (one I usually try to avoid because of how stern he is) walked up to me from the audience and said, "Jeff, let's take a walk somewhere relaxing." He walked me over to a boat on a narrow canal and we got in along with several other people, strangers. As the boat pulled away, the higher-up and I began to talk. But then the boat started to speed up and my part of the boat broke away from his part of the boat, raised up into the air, and then slammed into a curve in the canal up ahead, smashing it to bits, before his part of the boat got there. But then as his part of the boat got to that location, he reached out his hand to help me, and invited me back into his section of the boat, which had healed itself. Then we arrived at a large park where we talked seriously, laughed about work stuff, and became the best of friends (something I doubt would ever happen in real life).

It seemed that the dream woke me up, and I immediately thought of these recent threads on dreams, so I decided to remember it by replaying what I could remember of it. Then I went back to sleep for a few more hours.

It didn't really so much upset me (since it "ended" well); it was an emotional dream (fear/anxiety/dread/crashing) though, so it puzzled me, I guess.

Hey, at least there were no scorpions.

jeff

jnk wrote:

gasp wrote:

jnk wrote:

gasp wrote: . . . Nah, I'll go with what you said : )))

I admire your bravery. And your being such a good sport about my nonsense. Hope it helped you forget.

Thanks Last nights dream was much better. I don't remember it LOL Really, I enjoy most of my dreams.

Funny, but last night I had one of my most vivid dreams of all time. It was one of those where I was watching myself from a distance in most of it.

I was giving a lecture (something I occasionally do in real life) to a large outdoor audience when suddenly everything went wrong--sound system, multimedia stuff, notes, everything. And I froze. (Something I never do in real life. I can ALWAYS talk. )One of the higher-ups from where I work (one I usually try to avoid because of how stern he is) walked up to me from the audience and said, "Jeff, let's take a walk somewhere relaxing." He walked me over to a boat on a narrow canal and we got in along with several other people, strangers. As the boat pulled away, the higher-up and I began to talk. But then the boat started to speed up and my part of the boat broke away from his part of the boat, raised up into the air, and then slammed into a curve in the canal up ahead, smashing it to bits, before his part of the boat got there. But then as his part of the boat got to that location, he reached out his hand to help me, and invited me back into his section of the boat, which had healed itself. Then we arrived at a large park where we talked seriously, laughed about work stuff, and became the best of friends (something I doubt would ever happen in real life).

It seemed that the dream woke me up, and I immediately thought of these recent threads on dreams, so I decided to remember it by replaying what I could remember of it. Then I went back to sleep for a few more hours.

It didn't really so much upset me (since it "ended" well); it was an emotional dream (fear/anxiety/dread/crashing) though, so it puzzled me, I guess.

Hey, at least there were no scorpions.

jeff

Well that's ripe for interpretation which I won't go into . . . except to say you can take the peace you felt after the 'healing' and use it to feel more at ease around this guy in real life by using imaging. While in his presence picture the boat healing. This will keep your right brain busy imaging which will calm your emotions and free your left brain to communicate what you want to without all the stuff that gets in the way when with a stern type of person. It will help you feel emotionally centered. At first you may feel distracted, trying to image while talking, but when you get good at it, wow! Good stuff. Since you speak easily to groups, in the early days you may have tried the trick of picturing everyone in their underwear to help you feel at ease - same theory. : )) This is fun - I think we hijacked the thread. We need to start a new one.

You mean, there are threads in this forum that DON'T get hijacked?

Hey, it bumps it up, and the title is "Remembering Dreams," so it fits in better than most of my posts in their threads.

The weird thing is, I don't even really know the guy (other than that he scares me), and I have no direct dealings with him at all, since he is in a completely different department. I may have said hello to him twice in 20 years. So I have no idea why my brain would pick him to mean anything other than to represent an authority figure of some sort.

Maybe I just need to make my peace with authority.

Or not.

OK, off to find another boat--oops, I mean, thread--to hijack. Yeah!!!

jeff

jnk wrote: Funny, but last night I had one of my most vivid dreams of all time. It was one of those where I was watching myself from a distance in most of it.

I was giving a lecture (something I occasionally do in real life) to a large outdoor audience when suddenly everything went wrong--sound system, multimedia stuff, notes, everything. And I froze. (Something I never do in real life. I can ALWAYS talk. )One of the higher-ups from where I work (one I usually try to avoid because of how stern he is) walked up to me from the audience and said, "Jeff, let's take a walk somewhere relaxing." He walked me over to a boat on a narrow canal and we got in along with several other people, strangers. As the boat pulled away, the higher-up and I began to talk. But then the boat started to speed up and my part of the boat broke away from his part of the boat, raised up into the air, and then slammed into a curve in the canal up ahead, smashing it to bits, before his part of the boat got there. But then as his part of the boat got to that location, he reached out his hand to help me, and invited me back into his section of the boat, which had healed itself. Then we arrived at a large park where we talked seriously, laughed about work stuff, and became the best of friends (something I doubt would ever happen in real life).

It seemed that the dream woke me up, and I immediately thought of these recent threads on dreams, so I decided to remember it by replaying what I could remember of it. Then I went back to sleep for a few more hours.

It didn't really so much upset me (since it "ended" well); it was an emotional dream (fear/anxiety/dread/crashing) though, so it puzzled me, I guess.

Hey, at least there were no scorpions.

jeff

huh, sounds to me just like what happened years ago one weekend in new hampshire when you did really fall out the boat. maybe you're just now able to process the trauma!

I'm having a hard time remembering if this is a dream or a real poll...

My vote: If this turns out to be a dream then we should have a REAL poll to see if anyone else dreamed about this.

for most of my life, i rarely dreamed. when i started treatment (tx) suddenly i started dreaming! not weird, disjointed, random, but very current and vivid. to the point where i was beginning to have trouble distinguishing whether or not it was in fact a dream.

but, now 5 months in, most nights i dream - but they are mild, non-sensical, and mostly harmless.

-SWS wrote:I'm having a hard time remembering if this is a dream or a real poll...

My vote: If this turns out to be a dream then we should have a REAL poll to see if anyone else dreamed about this.

fishhead wrote: huh, sounds to me just like what happened years ago one weekend in new hampshire when you did really fall out the boat. maybe you're just now able to process the trauma!

You know, I forgot all about that! You may be right.

And all because YOUR wife wanted to water-ski.

Yeah. Speed boats are for skinny people.

fishhead wrote:but, now 5 months in, most nights i dream - but they are mild, non-sensical, and mostly harmless.

I will miss the dreams when they start to taper off again, I've really been enjoying them.

I've always been fascinated by dreams. I dreamt very vividly until my mid 20's. I kept dream journals (later dream blogs). I suppose as my (at the time, undiagnosed) OSA got worse, dreaming became more fragmented and shorter, more like random photographs than like short movies. I started having a lot of nightmares about choking, suffocating, and drowning. Of course, now I know why!
Though my sleep improved immediately with CPAP, upon reflection, it seems like it took a little longer for my dreams to return. Now I dream long, complicated, fantastically. Lately, I've been dreaming a lot about road trips and visiting foreign cities.