What had happened "last time"?Don't thy remember what happened last time?
Do you know this person from your university days, or does he exist only in your dreams? Or only in this dream?In the dream I remembered that in previous dreams this guy had been hostile, sarcastic, condescending.
Classic dream weirdness!!!Suddenly Odin & Loki (as played by Anthony Hopkins and Tom Hiddleston) . . .
Still something you’re processing by the sound of it. And I guess one advantage of the current situation is more time to figure it out. I loathed high school and even now still my nightmares are often set there... even if not about situations that happened.Went back for a visit some years ago and that was useful. But... still getting the dreams, so there's got to be something in there I need to face down and come to terms with.
Bloody hell, I'm on those...I started using nicotine gum a few months back to help me get off vaping. I've found nicotine has a really strong hold on me in any form and I'm struggling to give up the gum now!
When I first got it from the pharmacy they warned me about the possibility of the gum/patches causing vivid dreams, and they really are vivid! If I chew it too close to going to sleep the dreams are terrible. I've never had such extreme vivid, surreal and detailed dreams, but they have a negative feeling to them, and sometimes merge into nightmares. I'm still chewing the gum but have cut it down and don't have it close to bedtime!
Just for the record ... There's another possible way to interpret the prominence of past university elements (scenes; locations; etc.).... So there you have it, a brief summation of most of the shit that came down for me in 87-88 and why I'm treading carefully in reconciling myself to it - serious emotional intensity, a lot of it went on... no wonder dreams are intense!
I'm glad you survived, AgProv! The first years of living as an adult are a very stressful time. You're an adolescent and trying to function in ways you've never had to, and may not have been prepared for. If you didn't grow up with healthy emotional support systems, and you don't have good psychological support during crises, it can be a very dangerous time of life, too.So there you have it, a brief summation of most of the shit that came down for me in 87-88 . . .
Bloody hell. I wish somebody had told me this years ago... trying to make sense of this I read a lot about stalking, erotomania, de Clerambault's, et c, found correspondences and bits that fitted, but lots of stuff that didn't add up - for instance I knew all along she wanted nothing to do with me and never would. According to the literature, I should have been absolutely deluded and believed the exact opposite. I also had self awareness enough to want to stop it; and I had the strength in the end to walk away from it. In erotomania this should not have happened either. I would not have dreamed of walking away in a classic erotomaniac disorder. But limerance... it fits. Thank you for discovering this for me!AgProv - I really feel for you. I'm glad you've made something of your life after that awful experience.
As to the Girl...sounds like limerance. If you've not heard of it, google it. It is a very powerful thing that can ruin lives and muck up your emotions for a long while.
My ex would walk one of our toddlers around by holding onto her hands over her head. He one woke me up in the early hours by talking to her - 'Good girl! Well done!' etc.I live in a tiny one bedroom apartment. I just wanted to mention that before I tell my vivid dream last night or this morning.
I dreamed that a massive gray timber wolf jumped on my bed I lifted my covers and said, "Come on, jump in. " I wrapped my arm around his neck and snuggled in. I was awakened by my own voice saying, "That's my good boy." and I kissed my pillow.
That's what I mean. A full grown timber wolf would not be able to turn around in my bedroom, it's too small. It would have to back in or out and I was hugging my pillow thinking it was the wolf that's why I kissed it.My ex would walk one of our toddlers around by holding onto her hands over her head. He one woke me up in the early hours by talking to her - 'Good girl! Well done!' etc.
I sat up to see him walking across the bedroom, bending over, apparently walking Junior along.
I said something like 'For flip's sake, it's 3m, put her in her cot and get back to bed!'
At which he sighed, stood up and flung the baby across the room onto our bed.
It was his pillow. I NEVER let him live that down.
Jim di Griz, up against the Grey Men on the Planet Burunda, working with the local Resistance while his wife quietly fumes in the background because on this planet the resistance wear bikinis... (Memo, never annoy Angelina)I read most of those and I met Harry Harrison at a Worldcon.
Congratulations on making it to the other side of the doors, and good for you for not giving up!. . . a milestone in my post-UEA life happened, the very first time I went into a hotel as a guest, not as an employee. I sat in the dining room on the other side of the kitchen doors, with kitchen staff making my dinner and waiting staff to bring it to the table. I looked towards the kitchen doors and thought about a guy, some years before, who had been doing the gruntwork in the kitchen to make ends meet, and get something of an income together. It was a funny feeling. I'd been resigned to having to do low-level kitchen work to survive, as it was something I knew I could do and work I could always get. But, all the time, that tiny little flicker of optimism.... I'd been thinking.. "one day, I'll be on the other side of those doors" without knowing exactly when. When it finally came about I thought, from the hotel dining room, as a paying guest... "I'd love to just have a quick word with the version of me who ended up barely graduating from university,