What was I thinking?
Last night I woke up yelling and throwing punches in bed. It was the most startling awakening I’ve had in a very long time. Looking around in the glow of nightlights I had this overwhelming sense of anxiety, anger, frustration, and a deep sense of self preservation but the kicker is I had no idea what I was dreaming.
None. I was asleep. Then I was awake adrenaline coursing through my body.
Then I laid back down and almost immediately went back to sleep. I didn’t even have time to contemplate what it might have been about before I went unconscious again. All I know is this morning I remember that I woke up that way at least once in the night.
I awoke at other times in the night - around 3 and 4am - but never like before.
Weird. I wonder. I just got back to class and am going to bed early.
Curiosity has gotten the better of me. That and I’m really tired. 8^)
UPDATE: I meant to ask this but forgot because of the tired. Has anyone else had an experience like this? Do you remember what the dream was about? Has it happened often?
I use to be really into studying dream stuff and the “night terror” experience was a fasinating subject. I think that’s what this was.
It could be an anxiety attack related to stress (too much to do and not enough time in the day). The Dow went below 8,000 after 12:30- hopefully you are not in the market. The banks are failing…. You and “Madoff” are not involved- are you!?! The other change yesterday was brought about by the inauguration. AHH- The Obama Drama Syndrome!!! You did not get invited to the balls(:(:
I’ve had a like experience sleeping at a hotel. Checking in very late I forgot to ask for non-smoking. I woke up about two that morning in a terror. I really, really felt like I was being smothered to death. I screamed and gasped for air. Then it hit my waking mind that the room stank like smokers were sitting on my bed smoking. Since I was on the 12th floor on Daytona Beach, it seemed logical to move to the terrace off the room- I never did get to sleep between the ocean and the noise made by drunks on the beach. I’m sure now to check for smoke and also mold smells.
Sometimes I have a problem that eludes a solution. If I have been looking for a solution for a long time, I give it to the universe and sleep on it. Several times I wake up hearing a voice giving me a solution.
One time it was something as simple of calling the insurance company. My shower had fallen in three times. The first two times cost a mint to fix. The third time I was rather broke…. It sat out of order for a month. Then I awoke one night to a very loud voice saying, “call the insurance company!” Yes! I had forgotten the house was covered for leaky pipes. The new pipes have not leaked and the tile has remained in place for 15 years!
I think the mind is always AWAKE:)
I’ve had weird dreams like that, but usually I remember them. They usually end with me realizing it’s a nightmare and screaming to wake myself. I wake up moaning.
I find that when I am not working on a creative writing project I dream a lot. Long, long dreams that are like movies but more jumbled up. I will wake up and try to write a lot of the dream down but those types of dreams leave me very foggy and crabby. When I’m writing they cease. I joke that my alter ego is scholding me in my sleep:) for not paying attention to my muse.
I used to have the same dream every night.
I was walking down a dirt or maybe cobblestone road, never really was sure about that part. I do remember there were columns that lined the street on either side. I remember I was dressed in what I could only imagine was a toga. As I am walking down the street, a lion darts out from between two of the columns and attacks and kills me…the end.
I also have very vivid dreams. One I really remember is this long drawn out movie type dream that could have been something right out of Bourne, Lethal Weapon, and Bond combined. Lots of action, sex, and explosions. I was the star of the show trying to rescue the girl and stop the bad guys. IN the final battle, I ended up getting shot pretty bad in the arm. Last thing I remember in the dream was being in the hospital after the surgery with my arm in severe pain. As the girl I saved walked out of the room, she turned off the lights…and that is when I woke up…thinking I was in the hospital…and my arm was killing me. At some point and time, I had rolled on my arm wrong and it fell asleep.And the way the streetlight was coming through the blinds, just gave it that hospital feeling in my room.
I have a psychic friend who believes some dreams are tiny windows to past lives. She describes it as a clue some folks get when they are ready to see the past and understand what it has to do with this life. Her theory is that we either learn lessons in each life or teach others lessons from our past life experiences. She teaches a type of meditation that puts one in a waking dream. I tried it and found it most helpful in remembering some of my night dreams but that was about it. Mostly I have what I think are flashbacks into past lives that are sparked by places and some people I’m around.