It’s night and everyone is sound asleep when suddenly awaken by loud noises and shouting coming from an area of the house. The loud noises and shouts consist of obscenities and the area of the house they are coming from is my room. Although the night time ramblings are of a confrontational nature between two or more parties, there is no one in the room with me. The pivotal climax of the dream results in one last aggressive bellow which wakes me up as well as everyone else in the house.
I know you’re probably wondering how I’m able to describe these behaviours I’ve displayed while asleep, so I’ll explain. At certain points in many of my dreams it feels as if I’m half awake and watching myself engaging in the actual plot as I sleep. Witnesses have also provided descriptions of my odd night terror actions the morning after the nightmare. These onlookers mostly consist of family members whose sleep had been broken by the disturbances. Once at an overnight work conference colleagues of mine were startled by my night raves and rants. The fact that I had a vivid nightmare amongst co-workers was bad enough but the use of the four letter word that had awaken them was extremely embarrassing.
For as long as I can remember I’ve experienced these vivid dreams. As a child these occurrences were amusing but as I got older the severity of these experiences increased, resulting in insomnia and other problems. In the last couple of years my dreams have become so intense that, not only was I shouting out loud in my sleep, but arm and body movements mimicking an actual awake person were displayed as well. These dreams, which gradually turned into nightmares, seemed to occur almost every night and their disruption to the sleep of myself and my family was very problematic. So I started searching for explanations as to why I was so susceptible to such intense nightmares and came up the following conclusions:
◦ the dreams are possibly the result of repressed memories and feelings
◦ they are most likely the result of thought rumination continued by the subconscious when asleep
◦ my dreams are possibly the side effects of certain medications
Recently I’ve found that the confrontational dreams are less frequent and this is possibly due to the fact that I’ve been working on controlling, coping with and balancing the negative thoughts and feelings that often cloud my mind. I still dream almost every night but with the lacking urgency and emotionally straining aspects of these nocturnal subconscious stories, my recent dreams have been quite enjoyable. They seem reminiscent of blockbuster movie plots. My recent marionette action drama movie dream was quite exciting and the murder mystery in which my Uncle and I were detectives trying to solve the crime was an A class thriller. Being the recluse that I am, my recent dream about having a pet turtle who had abandoned his shell was a delightful possible metaphorical premonition of things to come…*Crossing my fingers* Ever since my dreams became more tolerable I started writing them down in the morning so I could remember them. So to conclude this entry I’d like to leave you with one of my favourite recent dreams.
It was a sunny morning in Las Vegas and I was working alongside Sara Siddle and Nick Stokes at an underground crime scene. As we searched for clues, CSI Stokes noticed a mysterious figure emerging from the darkness. As Stokes reaches for his gun the masked assailant flees to higher ground. Stokes, Sara and I pursue the intruder above ground to a nearby park. Stokes reaches for the assailant’s arm but is suddenly hit with a barrage of kicks and punches which leave him disoriented and severely injured. As Sara and I stand frozen in shock by the black clad vigilante’s physical ability, the assassin tosses a sharp object towards us. As an instant reaction I pull out an umbrella from my string bag and deflect the ninja star right before it hits Sara. The assassin then throws a barrage of ninja stars which are all deflected by me, my cat like reflexes and red umbrella. The assassin, who is out of throwing stars, pulls a katana sword from it’s sheathe and jumps towards me to attack. I hide my fear and stand firm awaiting the contact from the sword. The slow motion action scene suddenly fades to black as I awake from one of my favourite dreams ever.
