What's with the terrible dreams lately?
I don't know if this is a depression sneaking up on me, or some delayed reaction to my meds that I've been taking for six months, no problem, but the strange and frightening dreams had better knock it off. I gots to sleep, folks.
Two nights ago, I was in a city I have never seen before. Lots of brick apartment buildings and very wide streets. I was walking around outside when tornadoes came down and knocked most of the buildings down into piles of rubble. I was running around until I saw a woman sitting on what used to be a doorstep, with her head in her hands. She was crying, and I picked her up and said, "Come on, we have to start digging". I picked up a brick, and that's when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was just plain dead! There were no angels, harps or fluffy white clouds; I was right there with other people (again someplace I have never been or at least didn't recognize). I could "communicate", but other people could not see me. In the dream, I was really happy, felt great, and nothing hurt. I was "watching" myself from the ceiling. I "told" someone (whom I also didn't recognize) "Don't worry about me; I've never felt more alive than I do now!" Then I woke up. If that's what it's really like, then it's not too frightening. Still don't want to, though.
I feel like I'm really slipping, though.
Two nights ago, I was in a city I have never seen before. Lots of brick apartment buildings and very wide streets. I was walking around outside when tornadoes came down and knocked most of the buildings down into piles of rubble. I was running around until I saw a woman sitting on what used to be a doorstep, with her head in her hands. She was crying, and I picked her up and said, "Come on, we have to start digging". I picked up a brick, and that's when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was just plain dead! There were no angels, harps or fluffy white clouds; I was right there with other people (again someplace I have never been or at least didn't recognize). I could "communicate", but other people could not see me. In the dream, I was really happy, felt great, and nothing hurt. I was "watching" myself from the ceiling. I "told" someone (whom I also didn't recognize) "Don't worry about me; I've never felt more alive than I do now!" Then I woke up. If that's what it's really like, then it's not too frightening. Still don't want to, though.
I feel like I'm really slipping, though.