Its more likely repressed memories than dreams. |
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Hello my name is Tyrell Powe im 18 an im from Alabama. I have a problem, i don't know why but for some odd reason i don't dream. I've been told before that i do, i just dont remember them. That's not completely true. When i was small i had bad dreams always different, about what i identified now as what some call a " reptillian " . In every Dream i would be attaked by this reptillian and would run for my life. sometimes i would escape but most of the time i would get caught and wake up. I would tell my mother and she would pray for me. one day at church the preacher said a prayer that asked for guidance into banishing these dreams and since then they stoped, until i was 13. Long story short the dreams came back but the monster i dreamt about has left along with it, now im searching for enlightenment on why these dreams occured. But the only problem is I havent dreamt for a while, any thougt's? |
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Its more likely repressed memories than dreams. |
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Probably thanks to video games and desensitization via movies and internet.Dreaming is a very complex issue. I do not think that's very easy to understand. |
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i can relate dear tyrell. i used to have this reoccurring dream when i was a young boy. of being asleep on the floor in an apartment full of my mom and her friends whilst they were socializing. and i remember this as clear as it was to me back then. It was similar to a dream within ones dream where i would be asleep, dreaming of riding my bike or playing at the beach in our home of panama city FL. but soon i would wake, finding myself in this apartment and being confronted by an enormous reptile. like a HUGE snake, drooling at the sight of my tasty human flesh, inching closer to devouring me. I would be frozen in place and i would cry out for my mother, but the only thing that came out was breath of raspy air. so i would try harder and harder until i woke myself screaming. |
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