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Post by tod2 on Mar 2, 2016 7:34:48 GMT
Monday night is always a good for TV viewing. The last episode of Vera in the 'Who dunnit' series has finished so we settled down to watch 'Winston Churchill's Secret'. This takes place when he suffers a stroke and can hardly move. Earlier that morning SKY News featured the horrible consequences of being bitten by that dreadful South American mosquito - besides the baby thing, they now find that anyone can get parallyses of any muscle in the body from just one bite. They showed a woman unable to move her face muscles and others on ventilators helping them breath.
Suddenly in the middle of the night I awoke with a terrible feeling of not being able to move. I struggled and thrashed about forcing myself to roll out of bed and land on the carpet. I could not stand up or pull myself back onto the bed. Eventually I shouted to my fast asleep husband to come and help me. He got me back in bed and I immediately fell asleep, ( or was I asleep already?)
Next day I asked him "Did I fall out of bed" That was confirmed, and I can only think I was either in a deep sleep dreaming or the state described as 'sleep-walking'. It just seemed like it didn't happen to me the next morning.
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Post by mossie on Mar 2, 2016 20:36:54 GMT
You must not let your imagination take over.
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Post by tod2 on Mar 3, 2016 6:57:58 GMT
Oh I try Mossie but the next night Mr Tod tells me I was talking in my sleep with what sounded to him like sadness. I don't remember dreaming about anything in particular, or dreaming at all.  |
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Post by rikita on Mar 3, 2016 7:51:11 GMT
how can you not let your imagination take over, in your dreams? what happens while someone sleeps seems to me is pretty much out of their control ...
i have no experience with or knowledge about sleepwalking though ... only thing i did a few times is open my eyes while sleeping and integrating whatever i saw into my dream.
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Post by lagatta on Sept 5, 2018 0:11:07 GMT
I was having a very pleasant semi-conscious state with Livia cuddled up against me and purring. Drifted off to sleep. Then a nasty nightmare in which I was in a department store and a staffer started insulting me out of nowhere (I am really not rude to staff). I dropped an f-bomb and she went off in search of superiors to have me banned from shopping there (this is a dream - for some reason this really upset me). I was afraid she was going to accuse me of assault or some other nonsense.
I am under a lot of stress right now: 1) bureaucratic stuff and 2) a friend's husband, who is also a friend though not what I'd call an intimate, has reacted badly to what should have been relatively safe cancer treatment and might well die. He is over 80, but of course I don't value friends according to whether they are 18 or 80; however it does affect how one feels.
I have no idea whether either of those factors triggered the very unpleasant dream.
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Post by lagatta on Sept 5, 2018 13:55:10 GMT
I had nothing but pleasant or neutral dreams last night. I shared news (not dreadful, but not very good) about friend 1's husband with friend 2 who is in Cuba and returning soon. I'm glad that she asked me to share any news, as before she was utterly in denial (she tends to be in denial about ageing too - she is very fit and athletic, but also several years older than I am).
And received a much-needed payment this morning...
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Post by questa on Sept 5, 2018 13:59:32 GMT
Aah... the irony...at the bottom of this page I see an ad for proboard...
"Don't let your dreams be dreams"
Tod2, Don't worry about your experience of 'sleep paralysis' it is pretty common and more scary than dangerous.
Google it and check it out, you possibility had a bit of a panic attack as well if it was something you had not experienced before.
With Parkinsons I have the opposite, I don't have the natural paralysis that should accompany dreams so I am inclined to physically to act out the dream e.g. leap out of bed and crash into a chest of drawers.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2018 14:20:32 GMT
One thing I find very strange about my dreams in recent times is that I seem to be increasing the cast of characters more and more. Basic dreams used to be just about family members, friends or close colleagues but now I seem to be pulling in extremely distant people to me -- people who worked with me 40 years ago and whom I never thought about, family members whom I had forgotten even existed... I just can't imagine why they are all showing up because I don't care about any of them at all.
Maybe it's a farewell tour of my brain before my sudden and unexpected death?
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Post by lagatta on Sept 5, 2018 20:11:37 GMT
Or perhaps a rehearsal for the inevitable even though it is probably decades away?
Questa, while I have nothing (as of now) that resembles the ills of Parkinsons, I do have many dreams when I could gambol easily to mountaintops and sit akimbo on the meadow, with no worry about getting up.
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Post by questa on Sept 5, 2018 23:46:03 GMT
lagatta, sounds lovely, bring back a posy of wild flowers.
My dream that sent me flying into the furniture was very brief. Toddler grandson and I standing on railway platform...he moves towards the edge as the train is coming. I 'know' I can only stop him with a flying tackle.I am vaguely aware I am squatting on my pillow as I launch myself to grab him. Crash! I come to in a crumpled heap against the chest of drawers having leapt over the length of the bed plus about a metre. It really felt like I was flying and the several bruises and scratches I had for a week attested to the speed at contact.
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