I dream almost every night. It is very rare for me to not dream. I am one of those people that can remember large portions of my dreams when I have them as well. I kind of look forward to slumber because of this since I never know what sort of feature presentation awaits me when I close my eyes in bed. Normally my dreams are pleasant but recently I had one that was really bizarre and was frustrating.
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Recently, I had to catch a rather early flight and this is something that always stresses me out because I am a night owl and have always hated mornings. I took the necessary precautions and didn't go out drinking the night before, I went on a run to tire myself out, then had dinner, and then took a sleeping pill with a full 11 hours left before my wake up time. It was a bit crazy going to bed at 7pm but this is just how I operate people, I HATE MORNINGS and no matter how much sleep I get I am going to be cranky even after I get food in my belly and coffee in my system.
Well on this particular night I actually didn't have any difficulty getting to sleep despite the experiences I have had in the past regarding sleeping the night before a flight. I had multiple alarms set so there was no question that I was going to make the flight. I had my one bag already packed and triple checked it to make sure i had all the things I needed (I must have checked for my passport 20 times.) There was no reason for me to be stressed so I was happy that my eyes were tired after just a few chapters of the book I am reading now. Then something really strange happened in my dreams.
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Although I had already and genuinely achieved sleep I was having dreams about not being able to get to sleep. It wasn't until I woke up in the night to go to the bathroom that I realized it was merely 2am and I had plenty of time left. Even though I was not really tired I went back to sleep anyway only for it to happen again! It's almost like the stress of not being able to sleep was enough to travel into my subconscious to make me feel stressed out about not being able to sleep even though I already was asleep.
Looking back at the specifics of the dream I really should have been able to figure out that there is nothing to worry about because in the two separate dreams I was in two different places and neither one of them are the condo that I actually live in in my real life. It's funny how we are unable to figure this out in dreams isn't it? Because the places I was in were houses that I have never actually lived in and they certainly weren't in Da Nang Vietnam.
I ended up waking up feeling refreshed after an estimated 10 hours of sleep and the flight was a breeze. We actually arrived at the airport a lot earlier than we needed to be there so I'll keep that in mind for the next time I have to do a flight from here.
Most of the time my dreams have very little to do with my actual life and this is the first time in my life hat a situation that I had already conquered in my own life came back to haunt me the very same night. Since I have thousands of dreams that I remembered at the time in my life, I wish I had written them down in a journal from what I remember from each. Most people that I know say that they don't dream or if they do, they don't remember any of it.
I dream so clearly and remember so much of each one that there have actually been times in my life that I started having difficulty figuring out what actually happened in my real life, and what was just something I dreamt. Recently I was having a conversation with a guy I know asking him about his upcoming plans to move to India only to have him ask me "WTF are you talking about? I'm not moving to India!" This was just something I found out in a dream but it was so lifelike and I remembered so much of it that I actually thought that it really happened. This is coming from a guy (me) that has great difficulty remember simple things in life and this is why I always carry a small notebook and I have multiple whiteboards in my condo. I forget almost everything yet I remember fictional dreams to the point where I have difficulty separating fiction from reality. This has happened more than a couple of times.
I guess I find it funny but I didn't find it funny the night that it was going on. When I woke up I was wondering what the hell was that all about? I've been an insomniac most of my life and this has gone to the point that my brain wants to remind me how much difficulty I generally experience achieving slumber, even when I have already achieved slumber. It was kind of like Inception, but annoying rather than entertaining.
Has this ever happened to any of you out there in internet land?