CRAZY INTENSE DREAM
I woke up this morning in such a frenzy! Usually when I sleep I have very intense dreams that I can remember clear as day… My doctor tells me that due to my dream activity, I never really get a great nights rest. I can remember a lot about most of my dreams on a regular basis when I wake up. Its super cool because sometimes they are great dreams that I wish were real! Other times they are just really bad dreams that have me feeling indifferent and scared . Last night I had one of those really bad dreams! I woke up sad, scared, and feeling lonely in my own bed. I am not really sure how to interpret what my dream is supposed to mean and why they are so emotionally effective. I wish there were a definite science that could explain why certain images are triggered in our sleep. Maybe they really are just a collection of images, or maybe they are our minds subconscious trying to tell us something….!!..???
I think its our subconcious mind meeting up with our imagination with no holds barred!
I am really feeling beside myself this morning and have masturbated several times already to try to get over it. I am not getting out of my bed till I feel better. It is just silly that a dream can have me so shut down…. I refuse to let my dream world affect my real world. Today is going to be a good day and thats all there is to it!
Hey Charley,
Great post. Your experience this morning reminded me of Segismundo’s great monologue from “Life is a dream”. In short, they are just the measure of our soul:
That is true: then let’s restrain
This wild rage, this fierce condition
Of the mind, this proud ambition,
Should we ever dream again:
And we’ll do so, since ’tis plain
In this world’s uncertain gleam,
That to live is but to dream:
Man dreams what he is, and wakes
Only when upon him breaks
Death’s mysterious morning beam.
The king dreams he is a king,
And in this delusive way
Lives and rules with sovereign sway;
All the cheers that round him ring,
Born of air, on air take wing.
And in ashes (mournful fate!)
Death dissolves his pride and state:
Who would wish a crown to take,
Seeing that he must awake
In the dream beyond death’s gate?
And the rich man dreams of gold,
Gilding cares it scarce conceals,
And the poor man dreams he feels
Want and misery and cold.
Dreams he too who rank would hold,
Dreams who bears toil’s rough-ribbed hands,
Dreams who wrong for wrong demands,
And in fine, throughout the earth,
All men dream, whate’er their birth,
And yet no one understands.
‘Tis a dream that I in sadness
Here am bound, the scorn of fate;
‘Twas a dream that once a state
I enjoyed of light and gladness.
What is life? ‘Tis but a madness.
What is life? A thing that seems,
A mirage that falsely gleams,
Phantom joy, delusive rest,
Since is life a dream at best,
And even dreams themselves are dreams.
hi wats your myspace page
charleychasexxx/myspace
maybe get a dream diary and write them down and overtime it will come together
*JIMMY they have kinda died down right now. Last night I had some crazy dreams, but I notice I get them only when I am sober if I get them… very strange!