You have a dream, good or bad, and that’s the end of it?
Does anyone have dreams that follow a story, which continue with each, passing dream until a final conclusion or it just ends, without a finale?
I have some dreams which I forget as soon as I awake, but I also have dreams which will continue, sporadically, sometimes over months and might end without a conclusion or will reach a semi-conclusion which is so horrific I’ll wake up and be too scared to go back to sleep and conclude the story. The last was last night, where there were three groups; my group who were friends, a group of people who we were pretty sure weren’t of this world and didn’t like us, and a third, made up of very attractive and assured women but they also weren’t sure of the first group or us.
The second group who we weren’t sure of started hacking the other two with knives, swords and cutlasses. We all scrambled down the stairs, which were so wide no one could reach the handrails, the stairs were all concrete and if you fell you’d likely break a lot of bones and split your head open. We all got down, eventually.
It ended in shape-shifting, with the the third group - the pretty women - being horrifically murdered by the second, ten of them emptying their handguns into their chests, then they awakened, with an ecstatic look on their faces, like they’d been released, before shifting into a monster’s body. Their ‘group’ followed suit and so only me and my friends were human, being chased by crazed, desperate men with big knives and women/wolves. At that point I woke up and I wanted to go back to sleep, as I’d left my backpack with the first group in the hotel.
My first thought, being awake, was I wanted to “Go back to where your backpack is, with all of my stuff, although it isn’t as important as living”. It was at the top of the stairs. I dwelt on that for a while, fading in and out of conciousness, and then, a few minutes later I thought “Being alive is more important than the contents of your backpack; leave it there and escape.” So I imagined I’d just run from the first group with their guns and swords, and the monsters in the second group. It took some fortitude to realise my backpack and the demons were not true, which has happened many times before when I’ve just woken up from a nightmare.
I got up and tried everything to take my mind off of the nightmare I’d just had, which had been a few weeks in maturing. The story of my group, the group of those we didn’t trust, and the group of women we wanted to trust, had been a recurring image in my dreams for a few weeks. It took around three, painful hours to get back to sleep. My back ached, my head ached, my legs ached, my stomach ached, it was a horrific night. I was sweating, panicking, from around 2 until 6.
The ‘dream’ or ‘nightmare’ was so significant I was scared to go back to sleep, unless it continued. Anyone else experienced this?