psycho_magnet

Woke up this morning because I had a dream I was on fire, and I couldn't believe that I was sweating that much. I could actually feel the droplets going down my back individually. Then I realized I was awake but could still feel it, and so I turned over and realized I had cuddled the big glass of water I keep by the bed and spilled it everywhere. I must have reached for it in my sleep, had it on the bed then turned over when I started having the nightmare.

I love being a sleep walker who gets insomnia / nightmares, not night terrors anymore, but fucked up dreams. I then wake up but my body and mind collaborate so that my dream and reality begin to coincide. Which means my dreams takes on the shape of what I am doing / where I am while I'm sleeping as I get closer to waking. Then when I actually am awake, it still looks like where I left off in the dream. Really fucks with your sense of whats real and what isn't, especially when its a particularly nasty dream.

I once ripped a cast off my arm the day after surgery, while dreaming that someone was ripping my cast off while torturing me. It woke my wife up, and she managed to wake me up just as I tore it off. I woke up holding my cast looking at my freshly stitched / pinned/ reinforced hand, thinking I had just fucked myself up permanently.

Oh well, at least I don't sleep with a knife under my pillow anymore.