- Nov 18, 2005
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Seriously, this is like some kind of terrible recurring dream. It's like, once it happened once, my unconscious mind just got fixated on it like no other.
It happened a few times throughout the past few years, but these past few weeks I've had it 3, maybe 4 times.
Different situation every time, but it's always my bed (even in my dream), and some kind of small animal finds its way onto/into it.
I then, always, in my dream proceed to react. In real life, now somewhat awake (enough to remember it, at least), I fly out of my bed, freaked out like no other. I then take a few steps back, look at my bed, and usually take the opportunity to go take a piss. It's like my mind's way of telling me, "go do something else, you'll figure out it wasn't real in a few moments."
That always worked, but lately, once I return near my bed, I grab my phone, use the flashlight, and search, kind of like a "just to be sure" last measure.
Is it simply my mind has grown extremely focused on this dream, that it continues to repeat?
When I was younger, I did often have dreams about random animals attacking, though my bed wasn't involved all that often, usually just the house. From bears, opossums, to rats/mice, reptiles (I do have a bearded dragon and geckos back at my parents house), and other assorted creatures of the size of a hand.
Mice, reptiles, and other small creatures, have been the "they want to get me in my sleep" creatures.
Every step of the way, I continue to fight my mind, coaching myself to recognize it is all irrational and ridiculous. I live on the fourth floor of a newer, well-built building in central Ohio, and I've never so much as seen anything other than a fly inside this building. Not even a spider.
At those points in the night though, my entire body is in "of fuck this shit" autopilot. Conscious rationalization takes a good 5 minutes to disable the autopilot.
And I'm always aware of these things. I might forget the circumstances or the specific threatening animal, but I remember the event.
And I always have to laugh at myself later in the day when I do get around to remembering "oh yeah, I completely flipped out last night in my sleep! :$"
Something just ain't right in this skull of mine. ^_^
It happened a few times throughout the past few years, but these past few weeks I've had it 3, maybe 4 times.
Different situation every time, but it's always my bed (even in my dream), and some kind of small animal finds its way onto/into it.
I then, always, in my dream proceed to react. In real life, now somewhat awake (enough to remember it, at least), I fly out of my bed, freaked out like no other. I then take a few steps back, look at my bed, and usually take the opportunity to go take a piss. It's like my mind's way of telling me, "go do something else, you'll figure out it wasn't real in a few moments."
That always worked, but lately, once I return near my bed, I grab my phone, use the flashlight, and search, kind of like a "just to be sure" last measure.
Is it simply my mind has grown extremely focused on this dream, that it continues to repeat?
When I was younger, I did often have dreams about random animals attacking, though my bed wasn't involved all that often, usually just the house. From bears, opossums, to rats/mice, reptiles (I do have a bearded dragon and geckos back at my parents house), and other assorted creatures of the size of a hand.
Mice, reptiles, and other small creatures, have been the "they want to get me in my sleep" creatures.
Every step of the way, I continue to fight my mind, coaching myself to recognize it is all irrational and ridiculous. I live on the fourth floor of a newer, well-built building in central Ohio, and I've never so much as seen anything other than a fly inside this building. Not even a spider.
At those points in the night though, my entire body is in "of fuck this shit" autopilot. Conscious rationalization takes a good 5 minutes to disable the autopilot.
And I'm always aware of these things. I might forget the circumstances or the specific threatening animal, but I remember the event.
And I always have to laugh at myself later in the day when I do get around to remembering "oh yeah, I completely flipped out last night in my sleep! :$"
Something just ain't right in this skull of mine. ^_^
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