Hee hee, that happens to me like once a week. Or sometimes I could swear that time is actually repeating itself. I won't remember dreaming it, I'll remember experiencing it in real life. It weirds me out.
Whenever I have a really horrible nightmare, I wake up and I feel like it's still happening. Like, once I dreamt I was getting chased by a drunk crazy guy with a flamethrower, and he finally got me and I was burning for a few seconds before I woke up, and when I woke up I swear I could feel my skin burning. Or, once I dreamt that I fell off my porch into the flowerbed, and there was a giant spiderweb there, and thousands of ants started crawling all over me, suffocating me. And when I woke up I saw little black dots going in a little line across my pillow, and my skin felt itchy and scratchy and weird. Anyway.
I talked to someone online who has sleep apnia. She says that remembering your dreams is actually a sign that you're not sleeping as well as you should. Apparently dreams occur when your mind transfers short-term memories to long-term memories during the stage of sleep known as R.E.M. or rapid eye movement. If you remember these dreams, it means the transfer is not fully taking place and you're not reaching a full state of R.E.M., which can cause you to be tired.
I don't really think that's true. When I dream I usually wake up feeling a lot better. It's when I don't dream that my sleep gets really screwed up. I wake up and my eyes are tired, and it feels like I've been awake all night, even though I was fully unconscious. In fact, I look forward to dreams, even nightmares, because anything out of the ordinary is exciting.
Last night I had three dreams. In one I was a dog. That's all I remember about it. I was a dog, and there were other dogs around, and I was happy. In the next dream there were these ice-hockey teams, and one team sabotaged the other and made them fall through the ice, and there was this deep, dark, cold lake beneath. And in the third dream I was in some country in Asia that was all jungle. I was a young adult, eighteen maybe, and I was helping these people escape from this town or camp or something, and one of them was a girl from school, and she had a sister and a little brother, and I was leading them out of this country, even though I was just some regular guy, not a soldier or Red Cross worker or anything. And somehow it didn't feel like we were escaping. We were just kind of travelling, living on what we had in these packs and sleeping around a campfire. And it was the best dream I've ever had.
I don't know what the dreams meant. They didn't seem to mean anything. They were just very good dreams. Especially the last one. It was sort of a combination of a macho girl-saving fantasy dream and an out-in-the-woods-carefree-living-off-the-fat-of-the-land dream. Anyway. It was great.
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