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Emotions ran high last night.
First there was moving back in with O. In the dream I knew it might be a bad idea, that it would only lead to breakup #4, but we did it anyway. I don't remember this first one very well, probably because of the second, unrelated dream, in which my mother had dementia (specifically; over and over in the dream, it was referred to as dementia). I was terrified, I stayed up all night with her, but she was up for three nights straight and wouldn't sit still. She took scissors and cut things up, broke appliances, made messes, she couldn't be trusted at all. Her mother was there, and my brother, and I kept trying to get them to watch her because I had to call 911 (I didn't know what else to do). But the 911 operator kept offering to connect me to a hospital and then I'd lose the signal. There was some possibility that my mother was on medication she'd stopped taking, all of which was news to me, so that maybe the dementia wasn't even a permanent thing (maybe I hadn't lost my mom altogether but only until she got back on meds), but I couldn't get her to give me any straight answer about it. I remember my main concern was trying to get her to lie down and go to sleep.
Actually, now that I think about it, in both dreams the main goal was trying to get the girl in my life to lie down and go to sleep. With O I remember trying to get her to just come to bed with me, nothing lascivious even, just the simple goodness of not sleeping alone. I think for some reason the guys from Knowledge Box were there, and she wanted to entertain them, or invite them to bed, too? And I just wanted to enjoy some time with her, because I knew it almost certainly wasn't going to last. In the Mom With Dementia dream, somehow getting her to lie down meant she couldn't harm herself or others, and I could begin to deal with the problem.
Anxiety!
My high school psychology teacher (a kind of whack-job named Mr. Nelson; we called him Nelly) once gave the class a lecture about how sleep is completely unnecessary, that your mind thinks you need sleep because the bed triggers in you the psychological desire to sleep. He claimed to sleep less than three hours a night, and an infamous quote of his was, "The bed is the trigger! You think about that."
Well, in this case, the bed wasn't the trigger but the (placebo?) solution to all of my problems, apparently.
First there was moving back in with O. In the dream I knew it might be a bad idea, that it would only lead to breakup #4, but we did it anyway. I don't remember this first one very well, probably because of the second, unrelated dream, in which my mother had dementia (specifically; over and over in the dream, it was referred to as dementia). I was terrified, I stayed up all night with her, but she was up for three nights straight and wouldn't sit still. She took scissors and cut things up, broke appliances, made messes, she couldn't be trusted at all. Her mother was there, and my brother, and I kept trying to get them to watch her because I had to call 911 (I didn't know what else to do). But the 911 operator kept offering to connect me to a hospital and then I'd lose the signal. There was some possibility that my mother was on medication she'd stopped taking, all of which was news to me, so that maybe the dementia wasn't even a permanent thing (maybe I hadn't lost my mom altogether but only until she got back on meds), but I couldn't get her to give me any straight answer about it. I remember my main concern was trying to get her to lie down and go to sleep.
Actually, now that I think about it, in both dreams the main goal was trying to get the girl in my life to lie down and go to sleep. With O I remember trying to get her to just come to bed with me, nothing lascivious even, just the simple goodness of not sleeping alone. I think for some reason the guys from Knowledge Box were there, and she wanted to entertain them, or invite them to bed, too? And I just wanted to enjoy some time with her, because I knew it almost certainly wasn't going to last. In the Mom With Dementia dream, somehow getting her to lie down meant she couldn't harm herself or others, and I could begin to deal with the problem.
Anxiety!
My high school psychology teacher (a kind of whack-job named Mr. Nelson; we called him Nelly) once gave the class a lecture about how sleep is completely unnecessary, that your mind thinks you need sleep because the bed triggers in you the psychological desire to sleep. He claimed to sleep less than three hours a night, and an infamous quote of his was, "The bed is the trigger! You think about that."
Well, in this case, the bed wasn't the trigger but the (placebo?) solution to all of my problems, apparently.