Thread: Can't breathe

This has been an unusual couple of weeks for me. Besides the occasion which brought me here to the forums begin with, I've had a few dreams where I couldn't breathe. I'd get the sensation as if my nose was congested then it would travel to my throat where my breathing would stop completely.

My first guess is that it's sleep apnea. If that's the case then I must have developed it very suddenly as I've never had this problem before. Today will be the third or fourth night this has occurred in about 2-3 weeks. Other than this unusual sensation during my dreams, I haven't had any other symptoms.

Another unusual occurrence worth mentioning is that a few nights ago, I had a dream about killing someone. I've never done that before...my dreams never really get violent (at most, I'll throw a punch at someone). It happened at a fisherman's wharf, in the office of the dockmaster overlooking which extended over the docks themselves. This was the second time that week I had dreamed about this place.

The first time I dreamed about this place, I was climbing in through a window from the outside. I was in there looking for something, I don't remember what. It was during a performance, like one of those plays they have on stages built in the middle of a lake. I was caught before I could find what I was looking for, and since then I've forgotten the rest (one of those time I wish I kept a journal).

The second time, it was after a long series of ominous events. I was with a friend, Zach, whom I haven't seen in a very long time. We were playing video games when he changed the screen over to porn. I told him I did not want to watch porn with him, which prompted him to switch over to gay porn. After this I noticed there was a small asian man sitting on my couch. I picked him up by his shirt dragged him over to the door and demanded who he was and how he got into my house. He only smiled at me, menacingly. I heard people outside my door, and opened it to find two mexican guys with mustaches. I threw the asian man out and yelled for them to get the **** out. I go back to Zach and find him sitting on the couch, smiling at me the same way the asian guy did.

I grab him by the shirt shove him against the cabinet and demand who those men were and why he let them in my house. He continues smiling at me and won't answer, that's when I hear someone taking a shower. I move down the hallway towards the bathroom but there's no one there. All the room doors are open, one of which leads to my sister's room... then I find myself at the fisherman's wharf.

I'm with two other women I can't recognize. We're back in the dockmaster's office ready to open one of the doors in the room. We go through the door and laying on the bed is a rotting water-logged corpse. As if it was just fished from the pier, and placed there. The corpse suddenly comes to life and says "I am the demon of your dreams" and begins to attack us. He develops claws, much like from a "Freddy Krueger" dream, stabs one of the girls through the back and flings her across the room. He sets upon the other girl cutting her arm off. As he's ontop of her, trying to kill her, I take a pitchfork and stab him through the bottom of his skull. Instead of blood his face deteriorates into a pile of flesh and water.

Tonight was one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. There were no images or anything typical of my dreams. It was as if I was never dreaming at all, but after waking up I came to the conclusion that I must have been. The entire experience was of me, trying to get to sleep. It was of me, laying in bed, with my eyes closed, trying to fall asleep and not being able to breathe. In my dream, I would begin to fall asleep as to dream, and would become congested to where I couldn't breathe. I would get a slight feeling of panic, wake up and try to go to sleep again (still dreaming).

This kept occurring. Over and over again. Eventually I got tired of it, and decided to get up, at which point I actually woke up. I woke up, very confused and the fleeting sensations I had, as well as the fading memories of what just happened confirmed that I was dreaming the entire time.

I got up to use the bathroom, and as I step in I hear the beep of a heart monitor (which could have been my roommate watching tv). It flatlines and a thought presents itself in my mind "I'm going to die". I proceed to use the toilet, not very concerned with what just happened and decide to make a post on these forums, as you are reading now.



What concerns me more than anything is the lack of concern I feel right now (if that makes sense). As if this is happening to someone else, and I'm just curiously observing it all. My post is of an inquiry, not a dilemma.

Any ideas?