Sweats. Panting. Fear. Trembling.
Two nights ago I sincerely believed I was dead. Not that I'd awakened but that I'd experienced the change in consciousness accompanying death. As I plummeted to my death in an airplane, screaming towards impact with San Diego I exclaimed "Oh God, forgive me!" Then all was black upon impact. And my certain death. I felt awake, no longer dreaming but yet all was black. My mind instantly pondered, is this what it is like to be dead?
Finally a glimmer of light pierced the shades. A faint noise was heard. And like a character from Dickens or Poe, I realized it truly had been all in my mind.
Night after night I suffer death in my dreams. Wild beasts, monsters, zombies, criminals, terrorists, natural disaster. And always I die........
People always say "you can't die in your dreams". Not true! I have died in a dream before also. I remember it perfectly. Someone was chasing me, and I was so terrified of what I knew they were going to do to me that I jumped off a building and ended it myself. Morbid, I know.
ReplyDeleteHI , K here.
ReplyDeleteFor what its worth, you posted this on my father's birthday. Yup, you guessed it, he's dead.
My sister is now my father's age at his death. SHE is having a tough year ...
So this death and TremblingSweating thing. How possible do you think it is to Shape your dreams (or your reactions to your dreams.) Now if you think you dream to "process" stuff, and you dont want to mess with that, I understand, and just disregard what follows.
However if you are willing, consider "rebirth" as an opportunity to find one's way back to a more optimistic place. And then maybe it will be less FearPanting? Hard to put into two sentences. end.