Dreams
I used to dream a lot more often than I do now. Perhaps that's because I don't get nearly as much sleep as I used to. I read a study that said the last 2 hours of sleep are the most important, and point where you'll remember your dreams the best. I bet most parents of young children can't remember what their last dream was (at least my wife and I can't). But that comes with the territory, so oh well.
When I was a young child I remember hating going to sleep. I had nightmares every night. Every single night was another nightmare. I was either running from something or fighting something and losing, which then led to running. It was terrible. I also remember seeing a lot of windshield wipers in my dreams, and hearing a lot of wipers as well. That never made sense to me until I was much older, and realized the sound I heard was my own heartbeat, from the blood rushing through my ears (when I had another very disturbing dream).
I remember when I finally stopped having bad dreams. I actually won a fight against the entity that was constantly perusing me. From then on the nightmares lessened and lessened. I still have to lay the beat down on that entity once in a while, but I've not actually lost a fight to it since high school.
THAT dream was particularly disturbing. The entity took the form of a demon (classic red skin and horns and muscles and everything). It was quite a fight and struggle, and it somehow grabbed my ankles, swung me over it's head, and slammed me into the ground. I sank into the earth and sides caved in on me, and I lost the fight, and woke up. That was my 2nd worst nightmare of all time.
The worst one was the 'entity' had taken the form of a large, scary boogy man and was chasing me around the house. After cornering me he actually spoke (The only time I think I actually heard him speak), and said, "I have a sinking feeling that . .." That was all I heard, and that wasn't that bad, except that I WOKE UP and sat up in the bed at the word "have". So now I'm sitting wide awake in bed and hearing very clearly the rest of the sentence, "... a sinking feeling that". That sucked. Fortunately, my parents were both early risers and were in the kitchen making coffee at that point. Boy was I relieved to see them.
Well, after all this pessimistic memories, how about my best dream ever? Hmmm, well, how about a clean one? Ah yes. I've had some where I can fly (which are GREAT!), and some where I am unbeatable (also great), but my favorite was one where I had a gift on healing. I got to wander around Tucson from hospital to hospital healing people by touching them with my hands. It was great! I could actually feel the healing power flowing through my hands into whomever I was touching. At the end of the dream something had gone wrong with the planet, and large chunks of it were flying off (continent sized chunks, like that geological plates decided to take a hike). I was able to touch the ground and heal the earth, and my hands had so much power flowing through them they change to a pretty crystalline blue color. That was a nice feeling to wake up to. (sigh)
Sometimes I have the exact same dream over again, and sometimes they have sequels. I hope that one makes a comeback.
-H-
When I was a young child I remember hating going to sleep. I had nightmares every night. Every single night was another nightmare. I was either running from something or fighting something and losing, which then led to running. It was terrible. I also remember seeing a lot of windshield wipers in my dreams, and hearing a lot of wipers as well. That never made sense to me until I was much older, and realized the sound I heard was my own heartbeat, from the blood rushing through my ears (when I had another very disturbing dream).
I remember when I finally stopped having bad dreams. I actually won a fight against the entity that was constantly perusing me. From then on the nightmares lessened and lessened. I still have to lay the beat down on that entity once in a while, but I've not actually lost a fight to it since high school.
THAT dream was particularly disturbing. The entity took the form of a demon (classic red skin and horns and muscles and everything). It was quite a fight and struggle, and it somehow grabbed my ankles, swung me over it's head, and slammed me into the ground. I sank into the earth and sides caved in on me, and I lost the fight, and woke up. That was my 2nd worst nightmare of all time.
The worst one was the 'entity' had taken the form of a large, scary boogy man and was chasing me around the house. After cornering me he actually spoke (The only time I think I actually heard him speak), and said, "I have a sinking feeling that . .." That was all I heard, and that wasn't that bad, except that I WOKE UP and sat up in the bed at the word "have". So now I'm sitting wide awake in bed and hearing very clearly the rest of the sentence, "... a sinking feeling that". That sucked. Fortunately, my parents were both early risers and were in the kitchen making coffee at that point. Boy was I relieved to see them.
Well, after all this pessimistic memories, how about my best dream ever? Hmmm, well, how about a clean one? Ah yes. I've had some where I can fly (which are GREAT!), and some where I am unbeatable (also great), but my favorite was one where I had a gift on healing. I got to wander around Tucson from hospital to hospital healing people by touching them with my hands. It was great! I could actually feel the healing power flowing through my hands into whomever I was touching. At the end of the dream something had gone wrong with the planet, and large chunks of it were flying off (continent sized chunks, like that geological plates decided to take a hike). I was able to touch the ground and heal the earth, and my hands had so much power flowing through them they change to a pretty crystalline blue color. That was a nice feeling to wake up to. (sigh)
Sometimes I have the exact same dream over again, and sometimes they have sequels. I hope that one makes a comeback.
-H-
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