[Shadowghost]

I've been having dreams about being pursued by zombies. In one related dream that was particularly bad, I wasn't being chased by zombies, I was in a cistern filled with human body parts and other unspeakable filth, with more filth pouring into the cistern from a pipe. This dream REALLY upset me. It angered me, after I woke. My dreams aren't gross, I've never in my life had such a dream before, and to have such a dream unsettled me in a way I've never experienced before. I've had some really bad dreams before, but nothing like this. Anger doesn't really express how I felt upon waking, though. It was like i'd had my privacy invaded, it was such a singularly uncharacteristic dream. Can anyone help?

[Nupoet64]

I have had a similar dream, it happened when my daughter was making some foolish choices and I was really conflicted by it. I know the choices she was making were not good and safe for the children. I was in a building, being held against my will. My grown children, husband adn grand children were there. I was trying to help them escape ( I am a hero child of alcoholics) and everyoen was cooperating, except for my daughter. I was carrying my grandson ( too small to keep up) , my husband had my grand daughter. The others were running with me. The only way out was through a water way...into a river. There were dismembered bodies all in the water. The water was red with all the blood. The children were terrified and I could not get my daughter to listen adn had to leave her behind for the safety of everyone in the family. I soon learned that she was a drug addict and was making these choices out of her addiction. I had to let her go adn stop trying to help her. I had to allow her to fall so she could decide to help herself. When I allowed myself to let go of the responsibility of my grown daughter's choices, the dreams left me. It was terrifying...it was a true warzone.
My T told me later that the dream was about me always living in a war zone type mentality to survive everyday life and that I was conflicted because I could not rescue my daughter. Ther bodies were the danger I know she was in...but was helpless to prevent. The need to rescue comes from my childhood. My paretns were very ill people and they were more concerned about themselves than their children. I was the oldest and the protector of "the kids". I was the one that got them rounded up and out of harms way when the parents exploded. I cooked and cleaned and fed them from the time I was 6. I would make sure my baby brother was stimulated when he quit breathing...I was 3. It was my role to protect and care for my family, including my mother.
There I go rambling again, so sorry. I hope there is some info in this that helps you in some way... It is what flowed out when I read your post...good luck and I hope you find some restful sleep soon.

[Shadowghost]

Nupoet64, thank you for sharing that with me!!! I appreciate it, and it is helping me, the more I think about what you shared. I didn't describe in detail the dream I had, I only shared the important things. I couldn't bring myself to go into a lot of details without bringing back the memory of that dream, and I don't want to remember it. But thank you for sharing. Your insights are giving me ideas, things to think about. You've been a BIG help!!! I'd add some smiley faces here, but my iPhone doesn't give me that capability.

[ericmaciasexhausted]

I am not having another terrible dream? I was how ever scared since. I was being chased by a group of. Zombies in a Cemetary and even though. I had to stop running so that. I could tie my hair back in a scrunchy. I hate it when my hair gets in my face? I start to get terrified by those freakishly and scary. Zombies that has somehow caught up with me?! I had to pick up speed though since they stopped coming after me. I got to breathe a *Sigh of Relief!!*