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Join Date: Jan 2001
Location: United Kingdom
I’m conscious that I dream every night – all quite intense dreams, most of which I remember. I wish I could take my brain out and pop it in a jar next to my bed before I go to sleep so I can rest undisturbed by the madness in my head.
I do have a re-occurring dream (every three/four weeks). I’m trying to get to an airport to catch a flight. It’s always an overseas airport. It’s variants of this; the airport is visible from the dual carriageway, but I’m too far from it to get to it. Like Chris, my legs are also useless in this dream (or my lungs can’t take in enough air) and I’m getting angry that I can’t run fast enough to get there. If I use my phone to call, either I can’t grab my phone properly, or I can’t see the screen properly and the numbers I’m trying to press are kinda dissolving in front of my eyes; the inability to make a call to let folks know I’m running late, means the frustration mounts further. Or, I can’t get to passport control in time, and again, my legs aren’t working, or I discover I haven’t checked in and now I can’t find my ticket and so on. And, as it’s overseas, I’m struggling to ask for help, too.
I don’t doubt that the airport dream is a reflection of/form of latent mild anxiety creeping up on me when I sleep; it’s a healthy anxiety rather than a Pop-Some-Pills anxiety, but I really, really hate that damn airport dream.
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