I haven’t written here in sometime. Anyways, my dreams have been incredibly intense, and particularly intensely emotional. For some reason a running trend tends to involve spending time with people I rarely see, or people I have not seen in a long time. Occasionally past loves appear and dredge up dreadful feelings of lost love that I don’t feel tangibly in my waking life.
More on the intensity of dreams lately. They tend to happen when I wake up for some reason and my sleep cycle gets disrupted. Typically when I fall back asleep and don’t have a full ninety minutes for a complete sleep cycle before my alarm goes off. It’s as if my body KNOWS and so my brains says, “let’s send in the INTENSE dream so that he will wake up in the middle of a sleep cycle, feel completely out of it, and be emotionally distraught.”
The other week I dreamt that my dad died and I was at his funeral when my alarm went off. Let me tell you that that was brutal. Last night I dreamt that I was moving to Arizona, and for some reason I was freaking out about how I was going to load the truck because my wife is pregnant. I was FREAKING out about how long it was going to take to pack and felt an extreme urgency to finish as soon as possible. All of a sudden all of these men showed up to help, and for some reason I had a total breakdown and starting crying uncontrollably. One of the men starting trying to console me and gave me a hug, and that is when my alarm went off.
I don’t often associate extreme emotions or intensity of this nature to my dreams, and this feels completely out of place. I’ve also not been sleeping all that great, or through most nights. Maybe my body is trying to prepare me for a new baby?
These experiences are pretty wild. Until next time I write. Nobody’s reading.