Phiirso
Getting draids inshallah
I dream a lot. I have ever since I was a kid and the older I've became, the more vivid my dreams have gotten. When I dream, I'm aware that I'm dreaming and they are almost always some sort of a nightmare, meaning death is the conclusion to the majority of them. I die, I wake up. I got over the fear aspect of it a long time ago, and now I either just become a passenger on the journey, meaning I just watch the events unfold, or I try to actively play one of the roles which brings out a bit more surrealism from me.
The problem is that within this past year, whenever I wake up, it takes me a while to differentiate between what is real and what isn't. It usually was for a few seconds before but it could be up to a full minute or more now. I went to a doctor a while ago and he told me that it may be due to increased stress and that I take it easy for a while. I took his advice and things went back to normal for a bit, but this project that I'm working on has increased those stress levels up again, and the disorienting factor has returned.
What is scarier however is that sometimes during the day, I can't tell the difference between if I'm dreaming or not not just when I wake up anymore. Which brings me back to how my dreams end majority of the time, in my death. I have sight, smell and hearing in the dream world. Taste and touch are the two senses that aren't there and it's the absence of these two that I can quickly lock on to that I'm dreaming because the world's seem virtually identical sometimes.
It's the question of what is real and what isn't in these moments that is a bit terrifying because it feels like I'm trapped somewhere I'm not supposed to be.
The problem is that within this past year, whenever I wake up, it takes me a while to differentiate between what is real and what isn't. It usually was for a few seconds before but it could be up to a full minute or more now. I went to a doctor a while ago and he told me that it may be due to increased stress and that I take it easy for a while. I took his advice and things went back to normal for a bit, but this project that I'm working on has increased those stress levels up again, and the disorienting factor has returned.
What is scarier however is that sometimes during the day, I can't tell the difference between if I'm dreaming or not not just when I wake up anymore. Which brings me back to how my dreams end majority of the time, in my death. I have sight, smell and hearing in the dream world. Taste and touch are the two senses that aren't there and it's the absence of these two that I can quickly lock on to that I'm dreaming because the world's seem virtually identical sometimes.
It's the question of what is real and what isn't in these moments that is a bit terrifying because it feels like I'm trapped somewhere I'm not supposed to be.