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Urgh. The ‘real’ dreams are the worst. It must have been the night for it.
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I had a really vivid dream last night about a serial killer and rapist terrorising all of Melbourne. My dream was about the news coverage of it and how he kept evading all the security cameras around Melbourne and all they could capture were shots of his shoes and cap.
There was nothing particularly directly threatening to myself in the dream, and the events of dream itself was pretty mundane, but the sense and feeling that I wasn’t safe just living my life was enough to have me waking up in a sweat.
Oh god, it’s particularly bad when it hits close to home and you might recognise landmarks around you from the dream. It’s that feeling of not being safe that is so discomforting and unsettling, particularly when it’s completely illogical but feels so real. It’s like your body experienced it on some level and has to process it while asleep?
I don’t know if exposure to traumatic personal stories (or experience of such trauma in families) activates some kind of bodily memory, even though we know that threat won’t ever be relevant to our lives because of distance and/or time.
I just wonder where it comes from at all? Absolutely nothing that I’ve done/watched/read/whatever recently seems linked. Why did my brain pull that out?
Same with my dream, for the most part. I’ve been having lots of weird high school dreams lately tbh. Brain’s interpretation of how to deal with anxiety juice coursing through the veins?
Urgh. The ‘real’ dreams are the worst. It must have been the night for it.
spoiler
I had a really vivid dream last night about a serial killer and rapist terrorising all of Melbourne. My dream was about the news coverage of it and how he kept evading all the security cameras around Melbourne and all they could capture were shots of his shoes and cap.
There was nothing particularly directly threatening to myself in the dream, and the events of dream itself was pretty mundane, but the sense and feeling that I wasn’t safe just living my life was enough to have me waking up in a sweat.
Oh god, it’s particularly bad when it hits close to home and you might recognise landmarks around you from the dream. It’s that feeling of not being safe that is so discomforting and unsettling, particularly when it’s completely illogical but feels so real. It’s like your body experienced it on some level and has to process it while asleep?
I don’t know if exposure to traumatic personal stories (or experience of such trauma in families) activates some kind of bodily memory, even though we know that threat won’t ever be relevant to our lives because of distance and/or time.
I just wonder where it comes from at all? Absolutely nothing that I’ve done/watched/read/whatever recently seems linked. Why did my brain pull that out?
Same with my dream, for the most part. I’ve been having lots of weird high school dreams lately tbh. Brain’s interpretation of how to deal with anxiety juice coursing through the veins?