I remember having a few years period of nonstop nightmares. Always the same story.
I still lived in my mum's place. In a huge "spooky castle". Across the road there was another house, an abandoned house where we used to play and build our little cabins. This house was the center of my dreams. I always had to pass the house and I hated it. Truly hated it. I was convinced that the house was haunted.
So my nightmares were usually about this haunted house with all the ghosts who tried to suffocate me or my brother or sister. Or someone close. . . These dreams were so exhausting. Waking up breathless or weak because of the attempted screaming, my throat and chest physically hurting. I felt so faint. Didn't know how long will it last or how long can I bear it..And I was terrified to fall asleep.
One day it just ended. Just like that.
But now! I'm certain that I have dreams every night but I can't remember anything! Absolutely nothing. It's like having a dreamless sleep..every single day..or night.
Don't like it..
And I'm not sure that nightmares are worse than a dreamless sleep...
I want my dreams back! I would accept even A nightmare..
Dreamless sleep seems like a waste. Total waste.
As a matter of fact there used to be three different recurring dreams.
1. Above mentioned nightmares
2. An empty room. Wooden floor, brown. A low and narrow bed in the corner, me laying on it. A number of different size metal globes or ..balls, floating around in the room and I'm trying to touch them. And they are sooooo heavy - even the smaller ones ( pea sized)! They seemed to weigh something like ..ahm..a kilo!
3. My grandma's flat, top floor ( three-storeyed house). Me standing on the balcony ( you should know that I'm scared of heights..) and..jumping down! Then running back up and jumping again! And so on and on. And every time on the way down I'm thinking: " Why?????!!!!"
But yeah..would like to have something new..or just something on my late night program. Otherwise my nocturnal life is pointless!
I still lived in my mum's place. In a huge "spooky castle". Across the road there was another house, an abandoned house where we used to play and build our little cabins. This house was the center of my dreams. I always had to pass the house and I hated it. Truly hated it. I was convinced that the house was haunted.
So my nightmares were usually about this haunted house with all the ghosts who tried to suffocate me or my brother or sister. Or someone close. . . These dreams were so exhausting. Waking up breathless or weak because of the attempted screaming, my throat and chest physically hurting. I felt so faint. Didn't know how long will it last or how long can I bear it..And I was terrified to fall asleep.
One day it just ended. Just like that.
But now! I'm certain that I have dreams every night but I can't remember anything! Absolutely nothing. It's like having a dreamless sleep..every single day..or night.
Don't like it..
And I'm not sure that nightmares are worse than a dreamless sleep...
I want my dreams back! I would accept even A nightmare..
Dreamless sleep seems like a waste. Total waste.
As a matter of fact there used to be three different recurring dreams.
1. Above mentioned nightmares
2. An empty room. Wooden floor, brown. A low and narrow bed in the corner, me laying on it. A number of different size metal globes or ..balls, floating around in the room and I'm trying to touch them. And they are sooooo heavy - even the smaller ones ( pea sized)! They seemed to weigh something like ..ahm..a kilo!
3. My grandma's flat, top floor ( three-storeyed house). Me standing on the balcony ( you should know that I'm scared of heights..) and..jumping down! Then running back up and jumping again! And so on and on. And every time on the way down I'm thinking: " Why?????!!!!"
But yeah..would like to have something new..or just something on my late night program. Otherwise my nocturnal life is pointless!
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