I have VERY active dreams. I’ve been told that I probably have a sleep disorder that gives me these very vivid, active dreams. They’re not necessarily nightmares, but while I’m sleeping I perceive my dreams as real and I react to events in my dream while I’m sleeping. If I kick in my dream, I kick in my bed. I even have the ability to manipulate my dreams to a certain extent… If I’m enjoying my dream, I can rewind and replay it. If I want to dream about something in particular I will think about it before I go to bed and there’s a high probability that I’ll actually dream about it in some part that night. And the best part is I usually dream every night and I usually always remember my dreams.
Several months ago when Jeff asks me, “What are you going to dream about tonight?” I reply… Hmmmm I going to dream that I’m a dragon… Well my prediction was not exactly spot-on but was in close proximity. I dreamt that I was a velociraptor. Throughout my entire dream I was living the life of a dinosaur in first person. In my dream I was hunting in the jungle and I ended up trying to kill and eat this other dinosaur. But my prey was putting up a fight and I had to kick and jump and claw hard to kill it. Well while I was dreaming of being a velociraptor, I’m kicking, punching, and clawing Jeff who is attempting to sleep beside me. He tries to wake me up but I encorporate his jarring movements with my prey which makes me fight harder. When I get up the next morning, my muscles are so sore from my sleep activity that I can barely get out of bed. I’m exhausted and Jeff is black and blue.
Flying dreams are my favorite. I remember this one dream where I was running in the woods. I ran along this trail that had a log crossing the trailhead. I attempted to jump over the log, but instead of landing on the ground opposite the log, I just kept going up in the air. The surrounding got smaller and smaller and I just kept climbing. Eventually I leveled off and soared through the air with my arms spread. I learned that to climb higher I had to flap my arms which I was doing in my sleep. The next morning, my arms were so tired and sore. But the dream was great!
Last night’s dream was a particularly interesting. Thankfully Jeff was at work; otherwise he’d have received a good beating. I dreamt that I was a crime fighter. Not necessarily a police officer but just short of being a super hero. I was leaping from building to building across the city looking for trouble makers. I spotted some hoodlums tying to steal some shoes off a wimpy kid. I then leapt off the building and landed on the ground five stories down surprising the criminals. It was then that the criminal beat-down took place. I was punching and roundhouse kicking, jumping and crane kicking their asses! Once the hoodlums were beat to a bloody pulp and I continued on my rounds looking for more opportunities to administer my corporal punishment. By the time I woke up I was utterly exhausted. My muscles are sore and I feel like I haven’t even slept in two days.
My dreams are a blessing and a curse. I like experiencing the dreams themselves; I just don’t like how my body thinks my actions in my dreams are real. I guess I don’t need to go to the gym today as I’ve gotten weeks worth of exercise just from sleeping. Kind of dreading what I’ll dream about tonight… I’m hoping its a dream about sleep itself.
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