[bizi]

Last night I dreamed for a long time before I realized that I was dreaming of an ex boy friend. I woke up remembering, though I don't remember now what that dream was all about.
I rarely remember my dreams so am surprised that I remembered it was about my ex boy friend.

What do you remember about your dreams?
bizi

[wildflowerchild25]

I have very bizarre dreams. I can’t even describe them. Recently I dreamed that my dad came back to life (he’s been gone for 21 years). It was actually a really comforting dream.

I do tend to have a lot of dreams about my teeth falling out. When I’m stressed or in a low mood, I have dreams in which I completely freak out and lose control. These dreams are also comforting because it often reflects what I want to do in real life but can’t. But they are also frustrating for the same reason.

Sometimes I dream that my husband has come back to life and sometimes those are comforting and sometimes not. The last one wasn’t because I had to choose between my husband and my new boyfriend. Obviously I would choose my husband but I also love my boyfriend so it wouldn’t be as easy as it seems.

[Blueberrybook]

Most of the time, I honestly don't remember them. I have the usual taking a test without studying dream or knocking out or breaking my front teeth. I've dreamt I was pregnant. After my daughter was born, I remember I had a very disturbing dream about harming her (won't go into the details here). Sometimes my dreams are sexual in nature, not always with my husband, sometimes even with another woman though I have never really had lesbian leanings or experimented with it. And it was a long time ago, but twice I've had dreams where I could fly.

There have been occasions when my dreams have been downright freaky. I remember having an extremely vivid and clear dream of my grandmother who was extremely ill with Parkinson's disease, still had her mind but couldn't talk, was trapped in her body. In the dream, we were getting our hair done, she was talking and happy. I woke up and remembered looking at the clock and seeing it was around 4:15 AM. The next morning, my mother called me and told me my grandmother had passed away overnight, they thought right around 4:15 AM. I've never had another experience like that. At the time, I wasn't on many psych meds, maybe a little Zoloft. I was pregnant and had a couple weeks to go until my due date. Sleep was on/off then, lots of waking because of needing the bathroom or just being uncomfortable and trying to find a good position with a big belly (also when I was still and sleeping, my daughter seemed to think that meant it was time for her to kick, move, and party; she is still a night owl).

Nowadays, most of my dreams, I just don't remember. It seems like I remember fewer of them now on this high dose of Seroquel. I don't know if my dreams are just so mundane and boring that I don't remember them or that I tend to wake less during the night with the cocktail of medication I'm on and therefore remember fewer dreams.

[yellow_fleurs]

Originally Posted by cln1812

Most of the time, I honestly don't remember them. I have the usual taking a test without studying dream or knocking out or breaking my front teeth. I've dreamt I was pregnant. After my daughter was born, I remember I had a very disturbing dream about harming her (won't go into the details here). Sometimes my dreams are sexual in nature, not always with my husband, sometimes even with another woman though I have never really had lesbian leanings or experimented with it. And it was a long time ago, but twice I've had dreams where I could fly.

There have been occasions when my dreams have been downright freaky. I remember having an extremely vivid and clear dream of my grandmother who was extremely ill with Parkinson's disease, still had her mind but couldn't talk, was trapped in her body. In the dream, we were getting our hair done, she was talking and happy. I woke up and remembered looking at the clock and seeing it was around 4:15 AM. The next morning, my mother called me and told me my grandmother had passed away overnight, they thought right around 4:15 AM. I've never had another experience like that. At the time, I wasn't on many psych meds, maybe a little Zoloft. I was pregnant and had a couple weeks to go until my due date. Sleep was on/off then, lots of waking because of needing the bathroom or just being uncomfortable and trying to find a good position with a big belly (also when I was still and sleeping, my daughter seemed to think that meant it was time for her to kick, move, and party; she is still a night owl).

Nowadays, most of my dreams, I just don't remember. It seems like I remember fewer of them now on this high dose of Seroquel. I don't know if my dreams are just so mundane and boring that I don't remember them or that I tend to wake less during the night with the cocktail of medication I'm on and therefore remember fewer dreams.

I started having really vivid, detailed dreams when on Lexapro where I felt like I was living another life and woke up remembering my thought process. They were less scattered than my usual dreams that kind of morph around and are foggy and don't make sense. Like I might be in a world with zombies, but I am otherwise myself. That subsided with stopping Lexapro, but I am still having them occasionally on Lamictal. I have started feeling bored/flat/depressed on the Lamictal, and last night I had a tedious somewhat vivid dream where I was filling out paperwork for a new job and kept messing up and having to do it over and over. So, perhaps they relate to my mood state.

[Tucson]

I usually do not have dreams, at least any that I can remember. I used to lucid dream. That was quite an experience.

[Pookyl]

On Latuda I began having very colourful vivid dreams. I don’t mind because they’re always happy dreams.

[pirilin]

I don't dream. It's risky.

I have very intense dreams. I have woken up almost screaming. I've woken to tears rolling down my face. They feel so real it's crazy.

[~Christina]

My “ dreams “ are like a skipping record player all scratchy and nonsense.

But my daily nightmares ? They are the relentless same ones every night, sucks

Originally Posted by bizi

Last night I dreamed for a long time before I realized that I was dreaming of an ex boy friend. I woke up remembering, though I don't remember now what that dream was all about.
I rarely remember my dreams so am surprised that I remembered it was about my ex boy friend.

What do you remember about your dreams?
bizi

my favorite dream (and one I'll always remember) is admitting myself to the mental health ward, and ending up sharing a room with someone with exactly the same issues as I have

well one night (a saturday) we broke out and spent the night at the pub (against the nurses wishes)

when we went back to the ward I was told that she was going to be moved somewhere else, and I was devistated

we gave each other a hug and promised to stay in contact

the sad reality is that I have no one like that. no one. no good friends

the sad reality is that I also don't sleep that well

so even people in dream land are hard to find

[Blueberrybook]

Originally Posted by raging vortex

the sad reality is that I also don't sleep that well

so even people in dream land are hard to find

That sucks. I have never slept well without medication for all of my life that I remember (I'm talking going all the back to 4 or 5 years old, even when my parents had my sister and me sleeping together in bed on a double mattress as they didn't have much money for twin beds and the double bed was given to them.) I was so envious of my sister because we'd usually talk a bit and then she would doze off, completely asleep and not easy to wake. Same when years later we got bunk beds. It sucked.

I only started sleeping well on meds though a combo of melatonin & valerian (that one an herb that stinks to high heaven but that cats treat like catnip for some reason) usually helped me fall asleep when I spent around a 6 month period detoxing from the birth control pill (getting regular cycles again because the bleeding you get on periods is not a real period, just a withdrwal from taking placebo pills without hormones for a week and psych meds before trying to get pregnant with my daughter as I didn't think it would be good to get pregnant on a psych cocktail, and Effexor was a particularly hard withdrawal.) It was not recommended to combine the 2, but it was the only thing that worked for me. My primary care doctor tried Ambien, but that gave me terrible panic attacks and still didn't put me to sleep. She tried another prescription, I think maybe Restoiril, but it didn't work at all. I knew from past experience that Seroquel worked best of all, followed by high dosages of Trazodone (but the therapeutic dose left me feeling like a zombie until 3 or 4 PM). I didn't want those before pregnancy though. And of course, I tried Benadryl and Tylenol PM but those didn't work either.

There are times on this cocktail when I'm manic that I don't sleep well or at all. Last time, I got manic or hypo, and I was only sleeping 2-3 hours a night when I did sleep. Luckily, I got into the pdoc quickly after calling about the situation. I have around a 30 minute drive to get to his office and asked the staff how safe they thought I would be driving on that little sleep to see the pdoc it I had to wait 2 weeks for my scheduled appointment. I guess they thought about it, and that got me in quickly on an urgent appointment. Even when hypo, I don't like it if I don't sleep or only sleep a max of 2-3 hours because I feel so tired physically on so little sleep and know it often gets worse. This morning, I woke up at 3:30 AM though I did go to sleep at 9 PM, so that is 6.5 hours of sleep, a bit less than the 8 hours where I function best.

My dreams are usually very strange, but rarely scary. I often have some sort of challenge or problem solving to do in them. Usually I wake up before coming up with the solution. It's sometimes frustrating.

I went through a very long period in my life (many years) when I didn't remember having any night time dreams. I prefer those times. I always feel most rested when I don't remember dreams.

I remember having remembered a lot of dreams as a kid, and I now currently remember a lot of dreams. About a week ago I had a dream that one of my prospective new therapists "quit" me. When I woke up I thought it was true and was frustrated. It took me a few minutes to figure out that it wasn't.

[Movingon69]

I dream every night I sleep. They are vivid and I remember them.

I have had a recurring dream for years. I am driving down a beautiful hilly and curvy road in the mountains (I love the mountains). All of a sudden I go over a hill, the car speeds up, and I crash into a body of water. I wake up when the water gets to my nose. I had this dream the other night except my grandfather was driving. My mom and grandmother was in the car (all of whom are dead) and I didn't wake until I was completely submerged in the vehicle. The time before that I was actually on a dirt road and instead of going into the water the car skidded and was parallel to the water. I was so excited, thinking the dream had changed but I guess not.

Sometimes I dream I'm chewing bubble gum. When I try to take it out it is stuck. So I start pulling and pulling and pulling it. My teeth come out as I pull.

My dreams about my mom and grandmother are always fantastic dreams. But the ones with grandfather are always strange. He usually walks in the door and we are all surprised because we had thought he died. We are all excited. Then he automatically gets sick and ends up dying.

One time I dreamed I had a terminal illness ( I had cancer when I was 17). My husband was trying to convince to go ahead and lie in a coffin so it would be easier when I died. That one was REALLY weird.

[Blueberrybook]

Originally Posted by Movingon69

I dream every night I sleep. They are vivid and I remember them.

I have had a recurring dream for years. I am driving down a beautiful hilly and curvy road in the mountains (I love the mountains). All of a sudden I go over a hill, the car speeds up, and I crash into a body of water. I wake up when the water gets to my nose. I had this dream the other night except my grandfather was driving. My mom and grandmother was in the car (all of whom are dead) and I didn't wake until I was completely submerged in the vehicle. The time before that I was actually on a dirt road and instead of going into the water the car skidded and was parallel to the water. I was so excited, thinking the dream had changed but I guess not.

Sometimes I dream I'm chewing bubble gum. When I try to take it out it is stuck. So I start pulling and pulling and pulling it. My teeth come out as I pull.

My dreams about my grandmother are always fantastic dreams. But the ones with grandfather are always strange. He usually walks in the door and we are all surprised because we had thought he died. We are all excited. Then he automatically gets sick and ends up dying.

One time I dreamed I had a terminal illness ( I had cancer when I was 17). My husband was trying to convince to go ahead and lie in a coffin so it would be easier when I died. That one was REALLY weird.

You have similar dreams to me with my deceased dead relatives though all of mine have been vivid and fantastic. I have wonderful, vivid dreams (as vivid as my pregnancy dreams; when I was pregnant, I had vivid dreams like nothing else, some good, some bad, this is common in pregnant women). I dream of my deceased grandmother (the one most like me, who shared my joy of reading and fostered it as much as possible, even resembled me in looks when I compared pictures of her in her late 30s and early 40s to me now), both of my deceased grandfathers (one was like a father to me; the other I didn't know too well because he got Alzheimers when I was around 6th grade and died when I was in 10th grade), dreams even of 2 of the 3 great-grandparents I had known (all 3 died of natural causes when I was in 3rd grade, a bit disturbing for an 8-9 year old). The one set was married and lived next door to my maternal grandparents (I spent so much time with my maternal grandparents, there were like parents too me), but I ran back and forth the 2 houses all the time. My maternal great grandmother was a fantastic cook of authenic Czech food with U.S. adaptations (this she passed on to my grandmother, her only child), and she'd often slip me and my middle sister (16 months younger than me) treats. We played games with my maternal grandfather under the pecan and fig trees all the time (he loved trees and his chickens). I was always fascinated because he had lost 2 fingers in a sawmill accident when younger and he would talk to us about it in a way I could understand. This was actually very detrimental to him as he lost the better-paying sawmill job after that and had to take up sharecropping farming. But I dream of all these grandparents & great-parents (never together, always alone though my maternal great-grandparents spent most of their time together). When my maternal great-grandmother passed away from a heart attack, it was like her husband lost the will to live, and he had an aneurysm that killed him less than a month later. I even have dreams of my recently deceased biology teacher (my favorite high school teacher, who kept up with her students on Facebook). That was a sad situation. She retired at 60, started substitute teaching the next school year, often posted she was having the time of her life, and passed away before the school year was 9 weeks old.

[*Laurie*]

Usually, my dreams are filled with responsibility. I find myself working a graveyard shift at a former job, for example. It's not a bad feeling, just a tremendous sense of being responsible. In other dreams I am caring for adult friends.

I had a dream 2 nights ago of my mother unconscious and facing heart surgery. She really did have severe cardiac issues; for example, she had her aortic heart valve replaced when I was 14 years old. Her doctor in the dream was extremely kind, but I felt frightened because my mother was not conscious.

[Movingon69]

Originally Posted by cln1812

You have similar dreams to me with my deceased dead relatives though all of mine have been vivid and fantastic. I have wonderful, vivid dreams (as vivid as my pregnancy dreams; when I was pregnant, I had vivid dreams like nothing else, some good, some bad, this is common in pregnant women). I dream of my deceased grandmother (the one most like me, who shared my joy of reading and fostered it as much as possible, even resembled me in looks when I compared pictures of her in her late 30s and early 40s to me now), both of my deceased grandfathers (one was like a father to me; the other I didn't know too well because he got Alzheimers when I was around 6th grade and died when I was in 10th grade), dreams even of 2 of the 3 great-grandparents I had known (all 3 died of natural causes when I was in 3rd grade, a bit disturbing for an 8-9 year old). The one set was married and lived next door to my maternal grandparents (I spent so much time with my maternal grandparents, there were like parents too me), but I ran back and forth the 2 houses all the time. My maternal great grandmother was a fantastic cook of authenic Czech food with U.S. adaptations (this she passed on to my grandmother, her only child), and she'd often slip me and my middle sister (16 months younger than me) treats. We played games with my maternal grandfather under the pecan and fig trees all the time (he loved trees and his chickens). I was always fascinated because he had lost 2 fingers in a sawmill accident when younger and he would talk to us about it in a way I could understand. This was actually very detrimental to him as he lost the better-paying sawmill job after that and had to take up sharecropping farming. But I dream of all these grandparents & great-parents (never together, always alone though my maternal great-grandparents spent most of their time together). When my maternal great-grandmother passed away from a heart attack, it was like her husband lost the will to live, and he had an aneurysm that killed him less than a month later. I even have dreams of my recently deceased biology teacher (my favorite high school teacher, who kept up with her students on Facebook). That was a sad situation. She retired at 60, started substitute teaching the next school year, often posted she was having the time of her life, and passed away before the school year was 9 weeks old.

I LOVE the dreams with my mom and grandmother. Those are like visits I get to have even though they are gone. I was close to them both, particularly to my grandmother. She would sit up for hours with me after everyone went to be. Then she and I would get up before everyone else, sit on the front porch, and drink coffee (which I never drank any other time). We also had a tradition of eating pecan pie on the porch with our pie the morning after Thanksgiving and Christmas. She also passed on my love of cooking. I grew up helping her in the kitchen. Now, when I cook I feel close to her. I'm not sure why my grandfather's dreams are so different. I was close to him too.

[Unrigged64072835]

I've had vivid dreams ever since I was on Lipitor. They're usually "running" dreams: I'd go from one place to another, do something, and leave for someplace else. A lot of them are good and I don't want to get out of bed because I feel peaceful. Others, though, are so bad I can't go back to sleep.

[BipolaRNurse]

I have some of the most wonderful dreams about my husband, who died two years ago last Friday. In the dreams he always looks like he did in his best years, and we just talk and carry on like we did when he was alive. They are comforting dreams, just as if he comes to visit me in my sleep.

[bizi]

Originally Posted by BipolaRNurse

I have some of the most wonderful dreams about my husband, who died two years ago last Friday. In the dreams he always looks like he did in his best years, and we just talk and carry on like we did when he was alive. They are comforting dreams, just as if he comes to visit me in my sleep.

anniversary dates are hard.
((((HUGS))))
glad that your dreams are wonderful.

When the body is asleep and I’m awake, I watch the others dream...like a movie front and center. I listen to the body snore and I’m just an outsider. When I do dream....I’m fully immersed as the dreamer.

I can remember what the other parts dream, but I can’t remember my dreams.

[UpDownAround]

Kind of embarrassing but I am not sure there is anyway to control it. I dream about sex a lot and sometimes have physical reactions. This may have more to do with the poor state of my marriage than BP or meds. I am frustrated and haven't cheated IRL. I used to feel guilty when I would wake up after one of those but I got over that; there really isn't anything I can do.