Crazy Nightmares Jernigan: This morning, I woke up crying from a dream. In the dream, Carol and I were getting married at my grandparents old house; they were once wealthy and had a large, mansion-like house on the intercoastal in Ft. Lauderdale. The house was lavishly decorated, bedecked in nuptial regalia---festoons of little white lights and flowers, orchids suspended in illuminated bowls of water, votives lit everywhere, hor d'ouerves artfully arranged on sterling silver trays. Our wedding was to take place sometime in the mid-evening. Except it kept getting pushed back and there was some confusion. I noticed that none of my guests or Carol's family had arrived yet, and it was growing late. In my tuxedo, I paced and kept stationing myself at the window, keeping a look-out for guests. At midnight, finally they did start arriving, but all with dour looks on their faces. They more resembled a funeral procession than a merry band of wedding guests. Now, I was even more alarmed, particularly when I saw Carol---she was sitting on a chair somewhere---this part of the dream was vague---and I noticed her wrists were bandaged in guaze. She looked cadaverous. "Carol?" I asked. "Are you okay? I love you. Aren't you excited? We're getting married!" No answer. Her face remained blank and stupefied, devoid of emotion---almost comatose. At this point, I was whisked away by some faceless entity---part of the wedding personnel, I assumed---in preparation for the ceremony. I had to assume my proper place, as did Carol, but I noticed she couldn't be found in the confusion. I craned my neck, stood on my toes, scanned the room, but no Carol. Where was she? And why were all these people milling about crazily, when they were supposed to in their places and seated already? My heart was hammering, that much I remember clearly. "Ladies and gentlemen," someone announced, "this wedding will not be taking place. It's over! Go home!" Amazingly, there was a flurry of applause as my wife's side of the family slitted their eyes at me accusingly, smugly avenged. They started to file out of the house, but not before getting a word or two in edgewise. There was even some laugter. It was chaos as Carol's family took off into the night. But where was she? I blundered through the crowd, looking for her, while the applause continued. "Why are you clapping?" I demanded. "This is tragic!" A nearby waitress in black uniform informed me, "No, I was clapping for you. I can't tell you what pains in the a**es they were. See, I used to answer the phones at Westpoint, and that poor girl's father would call incessantly. First the father, and then the little brother, all hours of the day. The father would call screaming, then the brother. Then the brother would call rapping, and then the father. Then the father would call with awful jokes---they were NEVER funny---and then the brother. It never ended!" What in h*ll's name was this woman talking about? I ran away, because I had to find Carol immediately. Where was the love of my life? Where was the woman I wanted to marry? What happened? There was a downpour outside and the rain was lashing, driving down in blinding sheets, so I took off my shoes and ran off in search for her, entering the storm. I looked up and down the street outside the house, but it was empty. Was she gone for good? I had to find her. Suddenly, out of nowehere, a solicitous Chinese man, remarkably well-kept and dapper despite the rain, materialized in the street, and I asked him if he'd seen my wife. "She's gone for good," he said. "I'm sorry." What? I refused to take that as an answer, so I started running down the street, under the trees, under the rain. "Carol!" I screamed. "Where are you?" I was barefoot and the tarmac started ripping the soles of my feet to shreds, but still I ran. "Carol," I shouted, still running like a madman, "I love you!"
End of dream.
Re:Crazy Nightmares JASPER: OMG Jernigan crazy is right!
Re:Crazy Nightmares justmenow: You know, I have always felt that dreams are just a way for our subconscious to kind of sort things out and make things right in our heads. Sometimes the dreams can be so real. You are going through a tremendous period of stress right now, so don't read too much into the dreams.
Two months before anything happened with my marriage (at least, to my knowledge), I had a dream that I was getting divorced. The dream was so real - looking back, had my subconscious picked up on his negative behavior before I had even realized? maybe. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
It was a wierd dream, though. No more meatball sandwiches for you before bedtime... :-D
Re:Crazy Nightmares atd74: Jernigan,
JMN is right. Of course you are thinking about the impending divorce and because it's on your mind all of those subconcious thoughts will come out in your dreams. That was a pretty sad one I will admit.
Don't feel bad though. Before the final sh** hit the fan n my house, I was having horrible nightmares about monsters - literal fang bearing, dug up from the dead, monsters with sharp things, chasing me down to kill me. I would talk in my sleep (carried over from childhood - only happens to me when under tremendous amounts of stress) and wake up horrified every morning or crying during the night. Why? Because of the yahoo ex and all the stress and problems we were having.
Now? No more bad dreams. Occassionally I find I wake up remembering little snipits of my dreams where loser in them for some reason but nothing so horrid and scary anymore.
Try taking your mind off of this during day as much as possible. I know its hard but if you don't try to conciously think about what's going on every second of the day you may sleep more peacefully at night.
Hang in there.
Re:Crazy Nightmares Kathy: Jernigan,
I feel so bad for you, especially reading your other posts. It is hard now I know, having the dreams hurting you also. It will pass in time, soon I hope. Good luck to you.
