I was thinking about starting a thread about dreams. I know most of you have lost your dreams but I’ve gotten mine back. They were lost for many years until I went on an anxiety medication soooo. They’re Back!
I’ve been having some very vivid dreams for about a year. Most involve running and hiding from someone or something. Sometimes I’m dreaming I can’t find my car. In my dream I’m late for work and get there a few hours in. Sometimes I’m trying to really yell at someone and I’m having a hard time talking. Or I can’t find the area where I work and I’m in a completely different town. Also having dreams walking all the way home from town, I live about 4 miles out of town. Same kind of dreams often.
Ive had several dreams that my husband is back (he passed away 3 yrs ago) and he has a girlfriend. Maybe even having sex in our bedroom! Early on I had dreams that my husband was back but we lived somewhere else. Once I told him that I was afraid people would think I made it up that he passed away now that he was back. I said we’re going to have to tell people. I only like having good dreams about him. I think the dreams are trying to help me deal with his death IMO. It’s helping me break away I believe. I will wake up and be mad at him.
Maybe this doesn’t belong here, It is a part of sleep.
I had a similar-esque dream-scape a couple weeks ago - the last time I can remember sleeping.
Back when I was married, this is circa 2006, I was convinced my wife was cheating on me with this little piece of shit. She went back to college, and made some new "friends," and was just "hanging out" with them. Yeah ... right. We all know what women do with their male "friends."
But she left me, and it became a moot point. And I let it go, and forgot about it. But 10 years later, I had a dream.
Short version: We were going to a concert, and she decided, at the last minute, to invite her "friend" to the concert. It was a big deal. And, in the dream, I asked her point blank if she was sleeping with him.
She started cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, or Harley Quinn, and got out of my car and told me to go away. I was in some place that I didn't know and I drove off into oblivion until I woke up. How's that for symbolism?
Why the fuck would I think about that 10 years later?
I don't think people really understand what being cheated on feels like. It's akin to a dear friend or family member killing themselves. It haunts you. It scars you. It never goes away. It makes you "emotionally unavailable."
If you think you're getting away with it, you're incredibly wrong. Through various mediums, it's known. It ... is ... known.
Yeah, for the cheater, it makes you feel "alive." And "free." I don't want to be "tied down." Or the old, " I need to live my life." Which apparently means fucking anyone whose name you don't know who hits on you. Especially if they're from a different county than your birthplace. "I was travelling! It's no big deal."
"I'm so free!"
That's life, baby!
Have fun with that.