I could write fairly long on this subject but I'll attempt to keep it as short as I can.
I've had the same nightmare since I was 13-14 years old:
Dreams flow "normally" up to a certain point, when I realize I am dreaming. At this moment --awaiting what I know is going to happen-- I have a small chance to say to myself: "shit, hold on to something, here it comes". And it does...
My body --in the dream-- gets VERY stiff, panic plunges into inconmesurability, and a swarm of little electric worms fills my bones (like when blood doesn't flow to a part of your body and when restituted feels funny). Whatever is going on in the dream goes fuking Chaos, everything melts and starts shaking at some unknown speed. Forms looses form. All the objects are reduced to long electromagnetic knives that fuck the shit of my body. Finally, like everything else, I start vibrating (actually feels like convulsing) and it goes on to eternity until I decide I've had enough and begin the often slow process of waking up, one, that is always sooooo hard. I make this huuge effort, motivated by the panic, to lift my body from bed and sit on it....I usually find myself standing on the floor of my bedroom or, sometimes, somewhere in my house (I have been known, since childhood, as a sleep-walky-talky).
The panic is just awful. I usually can't go back to sleep for a while after an experience like this and it happens rather frequently, once or twice every two weeks.
Beginning last year I started my dream journal and, after one particular LSD experience I had the idea that this panic is tainted as "awful" for no particular reason other than its amazing intensity. I decided to explore it. "Next time this happens I challenge it"--I said, in a rather ritualized evening with some cannabis and psycho-trance alone in my bedroom--"I'll laugh my ass off tauntingly and receive this energy open hearted."
And well, it happened again and it was one of the most profound experiences of my life. From one night to the next morning all my anxiety was deluded. I felt so liberated I didn't care I could die in the next five minutes.
The experiences rapidly diversified over the next weeks: all my dreams where filled with panic, the vibrating knives that when through my body, the intensity. But this time, I enjoyed it in some twisted way. I would imagine myself sitting on lotus position receiving the worms of convulsion, I would practice being silent while it rushed. I realized all my nightmares, ever, where just the product of my fears; the line between nightmare and dream blurred until it disappeared.
This week something new happened. After receiving the worms I felt I was moving through the knives' space (something different because I usually always stay put) and I could see different doors along the way. I entered one and I was in a monumental deja vu, a dream scenario I've experienced lots of time before. I would eat everything and everyone in it, I mean literally (!) as if I was possessed by some cannibalistic berserk. I would journey through the inter-space again and repeat the same liberating violence with whole scenarios in lots of different doors. Two nights ago, I had more dreams I can count, I stopped after spending forty minutes writing on my dream journal. Today I'm spending the day thinking about it.
It has been a beautiful and liberating experience. Wanted to share that's all.
Do you have "nightmares"? and how do you face them?
peace,
Nomada.
I've had the same nightmare since I was 13-14 years old:
Dreams flow "normally" up to a certain point, when I realize I am dreaming. At this moment --awaiting what I know is going to happen-- I have a small chance to say to myself: "shit, hold on to something, here it comes". And it does...
My body --in the dream-- gets VERY stiff, panic plunges into inconmesurability, and a swarm of little electric worms fills my bones (like when blood doesn't flow to a part of your body and when restituted feels funny). Whatever is going on in the dream goes fuking Chaos, everything melts and starts shaking at some unknown speed. Forms looses form. All the objects are reduced to long electromagnetic knives that fuck the shit of my body. Finally, like everything else, I start vibrating (actually feels like convulsing) and it goes on to eternity until I decide I've had enough and begin the often slow process of waking up, one, that is always sooooo hard. I make this huuge effort, motivated by the panic, to lift my body from bed and sit on it....I usually find myself standing on the floor of my bedroom or, sometimes, somewhere in my house (I have been known, since childhood, as a sleep-walky-talky).
The panic is just awful. I usually can't go back to sleep for a while after an experience like this and it happens rather frequently, once or twice every two weeks.
Beginning last year I started my dream journal and, after one particular LSD experience I had the idea that this panic is tainted as "awful" for no particular reason other than its amazing intensity. I decided to explore it. "Next time this happens I challenge it"--I said, in a rather ritualized evening with some cannabis and psycho-trance alone in my bedroom--"I'll laugh my ass off tauntingly and receive this energy open hearted."
And well, it happened again and it was one of the most profound experiences of my life. From one night to the next morning all my anxiety was deluded. I felt so liberated I didn't care I could die in the next five minutes.
The experiences rapidly diversified over the next weeks: all my dreams where filled with panic, the vibrating knives that when through my body, the intensity. But this time, I enjoyed it in some twisted way. I would imagine myself sitting on lotus position receiving the worms of convulsion, I would practice being silent while it rushed. I realized all my nightmares, ever, where just the product of my fears; the line between nightmare and dream blurred until it disappeared.
This week something new happened. After receiving the worms I felt I was moving through the knives' space (something different because I usually always stay put) and I could see different doors along the way. I entered one and I was in a monumental deja vu, a dream scenario I've experienced lots of time before. I would eat everything and everyone in it, I mean literally (!) as if I was possessed by some cannibalistic berserk. I would journey through the inter-space again and repeat the same liberating violence with whole scenarios in lots of different doors. Two nights ago, I had more dreams I can count, I stopped after spending forty minutes writing on my dream journal. Today I'm spending the day thinking about it.
It has been a beautiful and liberating experience. Wanted to share that's all.
Do you have "nightmares"? and how do you face them?
peace,
Nomada.