So I just woke bolt upright in bed with a severe case of chills. I had a dream I was buried alive and I could hear the groundskeepers arguing about whether or not the could hear someone in the coffin kicking and one said, "Never mind, it's late enough as it is. Let just get it covered and go home." And I started to hear dirt fall on the coffin.
When I woke up, I started to think about claustrophobia and then about Dirty Jobs and all the times Mike has been in -teeny tiny itty bitty- little places.
So here's my question (finally): Mike, do you ever have nightmares after some of the more stressful jobs? Does Paddy haunt your dreams? Or do you even remember most of your dreams? If you are prone to nightmares, is this why you sometimes can't sleep?
I remember nearly all my dreams, which is a definite mixed blessing. I could probably retell a large number of them on command.
What about the rest of you MBers? Is to sleep, perchance to dream? Or do most of you just black out until morning?
Love getting input from anyone and everyone. Thanks, Sarah-platypusgirl.
I dream every night. Some of my dreams are Cecile B. Demille epics in vivid Technicolor with a cast of thousands. Sometimes I don't like to get up in the morning because some of those dreams are very entertaining!
Some are not, though...I had a dream that I was taking work calls while I was still in bed and not even at work! :P
(And we won't talk about the nightmares, but when I'm very stressed out, I have been known to wake up screaming. Fortunately after ten years, my husband is more or less used to this.)
There's nothing worse then dreaming you're late for work, rushing out, you get to work, your boss is p*ssed.... and then you wake up... actually late for work.
I could really go on about this one. But I won't, don't worry. I mostly have vivid average dreams. Then are the ones that wake me up, startled, a bit scared, but I can get back to sleep. Then there are the ones that involve sweat, tears and some screaming. Those keep me up and make me not want to go back to sleep - ever.
I can't say i've ever had a dream like that..i usally dream I'm being chased by something..most of the time i never see it. I also hate the ones where you feel like you are falling and than you jerk out of sleep right before you hit the ground.
I dream and remember my dreams. Mostly they are harmless.
I went through a really rough patch emotionally and had some real nightmare screamers. Then--I don't know how--I began to have lucid dreams. When a dream threatened to become a nightmare, I just changed it to something pleasant. Instead of falling off a mountain (to my death), I jumped off and flew.
When things settled down again, the nightmares stopped but so did my lucid dreaming. I was sorry to lose that.
Worst dream I ever had: Oh wait. Nope. Can't talk about that one.
Second worst dream I ever had, and it's a doozy: I woke up from a nightmare, sweating and panting, and the room was so dark that it almost seemed like I hadn't opened my eyes at all. I strained until I could see just a little bit, the outlines of my pillows (I sleep in a pile of pillows), and I pulled on the pillow below my right arm to tuck it more firmly under me.
Something in the darkness slowly and firmly pulled the pillow back.
I froze in more terror than I have ever been in in my LIFE. I grabbed the pillow again, thinking, "This is not happening. It's not."
Whatever-it-was in the darkness YANKED the pillow away from me, and I stopped breathing completely and went into the paralysis of deep terror...
And then woke up. And could see just fine in the semi-darkness. And promptly turned a light on and didn't sleep for the rest of the night.
I've tried lucid dreaming many times because I get some real whopper nightmares. I can always get to the point where I -know- I'm dreaming, but then I can never change the dream. I'm just along for the ride.
The other night though, I dreamt I was cuddled in bed with Mike. Extremely nice dream, but then a bedside phone rang and it was my mom telling me my dad had just died. Kinda put a damper on everything.
So of course I called Mom. Dad's fine. Everything's good. Sorry, I'm just not gonna sacrifice a parent in order to cuddle with Mike.
