I hate dreams. I mean the kind that I have when I’m asleep. They never make sense. They are stupid and stressful, the places and situations continually change and I’m unable to anything that I’m trying to do even performing simple tasks. However, often I’m able to recognize that I am dreaming and that sometime helps me deal with the stress and stupidity.
I typically dream in black and white or more precisely gray and grayer in a heavy fog. Sometimes during a stressful dream I will ask myself “Am I seeing black and white or color?” If it’s black and white I know it’s a dream and just let it go on without stressing. A few times I’ve been fooled. Even if just one object is in color it’s enough to fool me and I conclude that I’m not dreaming and it is real. Then I really get stressed out.
Sometimes when a dream goes really bad I can rewind and dream it again with a more favorable outcome. I’m not sure how I recognize it’s a dream and it can be rewound but at least it’s less stressful that way.
A few weeks ago I had a dream where I was unable to get ready for bed. It was nearly impossible to get my shirt off and when I did there was another shirt underneath it and it just kept repeating. I was pulling so hard to get my arms out of the sleeves and when I finally did there was another shirt that had to be removed. I finally just fell to the ground and started crying because I couldn't even take my shirt off. Then I dreamed I woke up and I was telling people about this dream I had where it was so difficult to get my shirt off and when I did there were more shirts underneath it. I was dreaming about telling people about the dream I was dreaming. When I woke up for real I told Chammy about the dream I had telling people about the dream I had in the same dream.
Last night I came up with a new way to escape a dream. I dreamed I woke up at my desk at work at 3:00 in the afternoon and I didn’t know how long I had been asleep. It was nothing like my real work place (but that’s typical for my dreams). I was worried that I’d be in trouble for sleeping at work but there was no one else in the area. I notice some smoke so I began to look around and saw a fire in a lab area. Then I noticed more fires. I tried to get other employees to get out but no one listened. I found a fire extinguisher but it didn’t work so I started to run. The place I was in was like a subway station, underground with arched ceilings and many stairways and other smaller tunnels off to the sides. I kept finding more fires and was trying to get the people to run but they all ignored me. This went on for awhile and I couldn’t find a way out. Then it dawned on me that this was just a dream. I decided to get out by walking through the wall because it was a dream and the wall wasn’t real. I calmly walked into the wall. I only got a part way through it and then got stuck. Then I panicked and started screaming “Wake me up! Chammy, wake me up! Help! Somebody wake me up!” I don’t think I was talking or screaming in my sleep because Chammy would have woken up. I did manage to wake myself up about that time. I didn’t go back to sleep for awhile. I just laid there thinking how my dreams are evolving to a new level of crazy.
What kind of crazy dreams do you have?
