Series of bad dreams last night. Living at my parent's house, having trouble getting out in the morning, all my necessary things mislaid. Finally kiss them goodbye, and find that two keys are missing from my keyring, and I know I didn't remove them, frantic and furious and just want out. ANY dream where I still live there is inherently a nightmare.
A yellow school bus, and something is pushing the seats, crushing people then pulling back. The official who is supposed to be watching for problems is having an irrational argument with a woman on the curb. I try to slide myself out of the central path, pull another girl out of the way. Right before the final crush, it opens up and most of us get out, but then the thing compresses completely and people are killed. I get out and stab the official repeatedly. Dream ends, and I am deeply comforted by Moby's presence, leaning against one leg.
In the middle of an operation, my scrub needs to break to get some food. It's close enough to the end that the surgeon, resident and med student can manage without a scrub, so I tell her fine. But she doesn't come back, so I go out to find the scrub, get in the car to a local cafe, and find D with two friends eating, and ask when he's going to come back. He wants to finish eating, so I drive back. When I'm in the hospital parking lot, a cop stops me, then seems to let me go. I get into my spot, and cop is there again, demanding my insurance papers. I know they are in my bag, but I can't find them. By now D has walked back, and we are going through everything to find the papers, the cop standing there, in helmet and sun glasses, waiting. I find old photos, ID of all sorts, but not the insurance. And I'm getting very worried about the surgery going on that I have to be in the room for. And if anything's gone wrong, I could lose my job.
Woke again to Moby leaning on me, and I get up gladly.
I don't know why I've been having so many vivid dreams lately, but I'd much rather not.
7 comments:
Do you find that Moby is more - or less - attentive when you are stressed, whether asleep or not?
I had a cat that seemed to know when I needed attention and would come lean against me. I bawled like a baby when she died. She was a very dear friend.
Hope you period of unpleasantly vivid dreaming quiets down for you, Z.
:)
Crow,
Absolutely, although not obviously. And not if I'm angry. But when I'm in pain or very sad, he stays near in a "I'm not doing anything at all, I just happen to want to sit here, that's all" sort of way.
We hope he lives a good, long time.
dont sleep much when I am manic, so when I dream at last, even nightmares are something of a release-
Rosie,
Is that a common feature of manic depressive-ness? I have a friend who used to have the most amazing dream life, but that's faded for her since she's been well medicated.
I sleep well, always have. One of the few real, lifelong blessings I have. So, it's not lack of sleep, not 'catching up' - the nightmares are out of the blue, this time.
I usually have dreams after a day of heavy exertion, be it mental or physical. I haven't had a lot of dreams lately.
I haven't had one in a while. Maybe we should divide them up.
I had a lovely one this morning when I drifted off for a bit after Molly had got up on the bed (she's allowed to for an hour or so before we get up). I had my hand on her fur but I was dreaming that I was slathering huge quantities of really silky conditioning lotion on my own hair, which was incredibly delicious, much more than doing it in real life would be. I suppose the sensory stimulus of her fur was provoking it.
But those dreams of being blocked and prevented and every means to an end slipping away are exhausting and horrible. I hope they pass soon.
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