"He who neglects what is done for what ought to be done, sooner effects his ruin than his preservation." - Machiavelli, The Prince
Spare me, Eros!
Author: Jack
Nightmares are a horrible thing. Dreams are a horrible thing. Dreams make you believe there's something out there-- things that happened, will happen, or have the possibility of happening, that will never happen. They create a false sense of hope. Nightmares must be the balancer of dreams. They destroy hope, destroy soul. They are the Sarcophagus of the mind. What a horrible thing to dream a Dream and then have a Nightmare follow.
People who don't remember their nightmares, don't understand. People who have chronic nightmares... horrible, gory, soul-shaking nightmares. They wake up with the overwhelming emotion that it did happen. What they saw, what they heard, what they experienced, happened. It takes me a few days, sometimes a week, on occasion, to overcome a single nightmare. To get over a few moments in time. And I remember every single one. They don't know what it is to experience watching someone you love dying, over and over and over. To experience gory violence, limbs cut off, heads bitten off. To experience extreme fear felt rarely in life, but often under the carpet of the night. I wake up with horror, despair, and repulsion under my belt.
And what's odd, though, is I think I would rather feel the skin-peeling horror than to feel the dull, hollow hope created by Dreams. So often Dreams are the ideal. The exception-- the impossible wonder. And to wake up and rejoice that I attained the ideal feels beautiful! But the joy falls with my heart, hollowing me out on the way down. With a realization that the ideal doesn't exist in this world, in my life, in my experience. I lay back down and struggle to remember the dream or the nightmares, so I can think about them, remember the emotions felt, the people involved, the plotline of the subconscious.
Shadow dreams make shadows seem a bit more real.
I love my dreams...I fly to new places and do and experience things I could never do in reality. I can even go to another time (history) and experience events that don't happen now. I love to dream....even if there is a nightmare thrown in every so often.
Aunt Suzanne
That's awesome. it's just that I have chronic nightmares which means at least every night, often twice or thrice a night, and they're more often than not emotionally disturbing, so i was having a hard time last night with them
If you haven't, have Dad give you a blessing and have a personal fast about it, well fast for you at the blessing if you'd like. I don't remember if I ever told you this, but when I was just younger than you are now I had a similar problem and asked for a blessing of comfort, without sharing any details. I got both comfort and the recurring nightmares almost disappeared.
I can now enjoy my dreams too, and even though they're often far fetched, I enjoy my mini reality vacations.
(((HUGS)))
I don't mean to offend anyone, but you guys don't understand. I've said millions of prayers, fasted a dozen times, and the nightmares are still something I deal with. Prayers don't make something easy, but they make them bearable, sometimes. God does what he knows will be best for me, and if He thinks it'll be best, then I'll keep praying, but I'll be okay, but that doesn't mean it'll be easy. Maybe there'll come a time when I'll be feeling better, and for that, I'm excited. :)
I'm sorry I didn't understand....I thought it was just a bad dream here and there. Occasionally Tori remembers her dream, but no one else, beside me, in my family. I agree with Kaylene...you need for your Dad to give you a blessing...I am gonna put your name in the Temple too...okay! I love you Shelly Ru!
Aunt Suzanne