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Originally Posted by Psyche
I think my dreams are relatively normal, its the 'awake' me I worry about. Most of my waking life is kind of dream-like, I feel detached from the world around me, I feel safely cocooned in my own little 'bubble' while I flit about exploring and absorbing feelings and experiences. By leaping to and fro into and out of other peoples little bubbles of life, other people's cocoons, I can visit, experience, sense, see, smell,taste, eat, touch, share, and then leave, retreat to my own cocoon to digest what I just experienced..........but I am trying to suck life dry like an orange....experience it all, or as much as time will permit me........
*humming to self* "Sometimes I give myself the.....creeps!"
.......but I digress.......
I keep a dream diary ( a gift from a friend) and record each morning what I remember about the trippy little adventures my brain takes while I sleep. My dreams are quickly forgotten (thus the eyes-just-opened-entries in the diary) but some of my.....nightmares......no, not nightmares, but emotionally potent, often terrifying dreams, find me lurching from sleep at the darkest hours of rest, and leave lingering feelings of anger, abandonment, loss, anxiety..... and I usually take the opportunity (depending on the time zone) to phone a friend somewhere on the planet where it is not 4am.
My dreams are usually full of colour, vivid, lots of little details, there is always someone who (at some point in my life) was/is close to me present(usually female), but they are not always wearing a recognizable facade, not always wearing their usual face. But I discern people by their emotion in my dreams, I 'sense' who they are, feel who they are.
I often find myself, in my dreams, searching for an answer to questions that in my waking state I assume I already know. I often fly in my dreams, I'm hardly ever alone in my dreams, I have on more than one occasion mourned a friend in my dreams (I do, of course, telephone whoever was in the dream to see if they are okay) I can perform magic in some of my dreams, and I'm always me in my dreams.
I went back to my little dream book recently and noticed a pattern had taken place last year. My interpretation is one of a lingering emotional attachment to someone I once loved (still do, but differently). Weird. My Psyche professors say that dreams happen when the brain is bleeding off excess energy as we rest, and possibly the brain is typing and filing all the information it received that day, throwing out the garbage, adding layers to the onion that is our memory......
