The nightmares have started again. I guess it has to be stress-related. I used to only have the occasional nightmare or I’d have them almost every time I ended up on my back for an extended amount of time, but now it’s most nights. I’ve tried everything I can think of to stifle them as far as sleeping positions, not eating close to bedtime, sleep aids…nothing has worked. There are a few really strong ones that keep replaying in my mind, so maybe if I let them out I can forget them.
The first one I really remember from this recent chain was actually a nightmare within a nightmare– I was dreaming that I’d just woken up from a bad dream and it was still fairly early so I was calling Keegan to calm me down so I could go back to sleep or come over because the apartment was empty, there was a really loud storm going on and I couldn’t shake the feeling of terror from the dream. He wasn’t answering so I curled up on my couch and finally just fell asleep, into another nightmare where I was ringing up an unusually long line of customers. I was already upset because John was on power equipment to carry out something for a customer and was giving me a death stare and then one of our managers came by frantically asking if I had a lot more customers on my end of the store and encouraged me to get them out quickly. She asked me if I knew what it was about and when I shook my head, “no,” she quietly told me that one of our associates had just walked into the restroom, had a heart attack and died. I started sobbing and just trying to get rid of these customers. I woke up right after that and it took forever to wrap my head around them both being nightmares.
I’m having a lot of snake dreams, which, aside from emotional nightmares, are my least favorite. I was fortunate enough to have two back-to-back earlier this week, which is really unusual. I’ve had more than one nightmare in a night, or occasionally fallen asleep only to end up back in the same one, but I’ve never had two of the same kind in one night. In the first one, I was somewhere that dream-me thought was the big parking lot on campus here, but it was completely different, my friend from work, Brent walked up to my Jeep while I was in a long line of cars and we didn’t even speak to each other, I just got out and got in the passenger seat and let him drive. I normally see Brent in just a tshirt and jeans at work, but he was decked out in hip hop clothing and his greek letters, which I’m not even familiar with so my imagination was working overtime there. For some reason he kept turning down the wrong roads and it was making me anxious and pissing me off at the same time. We ended up on some dirt road and by this point I’d been yelling at him every time he took a wrong turn to turn around and go the right way, so on this dirt road in the middle of nowhere I pulled a gun on him and told him if he didn’t pull over and let me drive, I was calling the police. So he pulls over and he grabs his drink out of the cupholder in the middle of my Jeep, and out lunges this huge snake snapping back and forth between me and Brent. I knock it toward the door and when it’s mostly out I take aim and shoot it towards its tail and it jumps back up to bite me. I always wake up right before it bites, thank goodness. The one after that was shorter and less involved, but still terrifying. I walked into my bedroom with someone else, I really don’t know who, and it came to our attention that there was this weird snake darting around my room, but it was like it wasn’t surprising, more like a mouse was on the loose, only I was more scared. We were just trying to shoo it out of the room when Willow appeared in kitten form, and the snake went after her. I woke up just as it was about to eat her. Scary shit.
And this last one was the most upsetting, but I remember fewer details. There were a bunch of strays in my old house that we were taking care of. They were all inside because of some crazy weather, and I walked in to check on Willow and was talking to my mom about how tiny she’d gotten and I was worried she was sick. The next part of the dream I remember was I was carrying her around and she was all snuggled into me until I got around Jesalyn and then she started trying to attack her. My poor little Willow was a zombie and she was trying to eat my 4 year-old niece! I actually woke up already crying after that one.
So yeah, if anyone has any suggestions on avoiding nightmares, I’m all ears. Seriously I’m ready to try anything.