Well there was some interest in this morning's post, so I thought I'd treat you all to the fuller version and pad out the story a little. My dreams last night went something like this...
I’m standing on a top of a cliff and looking straight out. There’s nothing to see, just sky. The cliff is obviously very high and I’m scared of going near the edge, but am drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I’m lying on my belly, head over the cliff edge and looking down – it really is a very long way down and the ground is just a blur. I’m even more afraid of the edge and am trying to scrabble backwards, but my head just seems to stay hanging over.
My voice is telling me to be careful and get away from the edge, but it’s not my voice, it’s me and I’m floating about twenty feet from the edge of the cliff looking back at myself. I reach out and fall.
Then I’m falling and looking up at myself floating and when I look down I’m falling into an inverted cone, or vortex. The walls are solid and painted with black & white stripes curling down and away, smaller and smaller as they head into the distance, like an odd sort of helter-skelter.
The walls are closing in as I fall and then I’m wedged at the bottom. My head is jammed into the bottom of the cone and my shoulders are wedged against the sides. The rest of my body is heavy above me and I can’t move.
This is where I woke up the first time. Back to sleep and the dream starts all over again and is exactly the same only this time when I get wedged at the bottom the cone starts filling with water and I try to scream, but the water just fills my mouth and nose and I wake up again.
The third time the dream is the same and the bottom of the cone is dry again. I’m aware there’s a door above my legs. I can’t see it and I can’t reach it, but I shout and try to kick the sides of the cone to make someone hear. No-one comes.
Water starts to fill the bottom of the cone again and I kick harder; I hear the door opening and shout and kick for help. The hinges on the door squeal and it clangs shut as the water covers my face and I’m drowning when I wake up.
So there you go, now you know why my sleep last night was disturbed time after time after time...
ViEiRA


Aww, that sounds horrible! I have dreams when I'm stressed or overworked in my awake life. Sometimes I don't realise I'm under strain until I start dreaming weird things. Then I realise I've been through an emotional rough time or whatever, and this is just my brain's way of sifting through it so I can function whilst awake.
God bless xx