[Kate King]

Let me preface this post: I have been through a lot in my life and am battling with post-traumatic stress. I am getting help with this, but the nightmares seem to be endless. Even in my sleep I cannot seem to get away from the storm in my head.

So...Last night was out of the normal flashback dreams and I'm not sure what to make of it.

I started out in a bubble floating in a room full of my former friends, all also floating in bubbles. The bubbles were held up by balloons. Mine was a red balloon, but every person had a color of their own. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all concrete, rough and gray. Each person was trying to get to the top where there were big trees. Not tall, lean trees, but thick, robust trees.

I floated up, then down, up then down. Then, seemingly out of no where, (and this is what has me befuddled) I started laughing. UNCONTROLLABLY laughing. The type of belly-laughing that actually hurts. The laughing became so loud and obnoxious everyone started floating toward me trying to pop my balloon. They just couldn't take my laughter anymore. And I could. not. stop. Funny, because I have not truly laughed in YEARS.

I awoke in a mini-panic attack, dripping in sweat.

Where do dreams like this come from???

[optimize990h]

Dreams are products of our unconscious mind that usually occurs during rapid eye movement phase of our sleep cycle. The balloons, trees, and bubbles are symbols from your mind that may be the brain's way of rearranging information(memories).

[Thunder Bow]

Nobody can pop your balloon or bubble regardless how annoying you may be. The trees shows your robust strength. The fact you are floating and moving up and down shows you are not rigged in your thinking or feelings. You have your protection, but people can still see you. A positive dream for you.

[Nebelsiek]

Originally Posted by Kate King

Let me preface this post: I have been through a lot in my life and am battling with post-traumatic stress. I am getting help with this, but the nightmares seem to be endless. Even in my sleep I cannot seem to get away from the storm in my head.

So...Last night was out of the normal flashback dreams and I'm not sure what to make of it.

I started out in a bubble floating in a room full of my former friends, all also floating in bubbles. The bubbles were held up by balloons. Mine was a red balloon, but every person had a color of their own. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all concrete, rough and gray. Each person was trying to get to the top where there were big trees. Not tall, lean trees, but thick, robust trees.

I floated up, then down, up then down. Then, seemingly out of no where, (and this is what has me befuddled) I started laughing. UNCONTROLLABLY laughing. The type of belly-laughing that actually hurts. The laughing became so loud and obnoxious everyone started floating toward me trying to pop my balloon. They just couldn't take my laughter anymore. And I could. not. stop. Funny, because I have not truly laughed in YEARS.

I awoke in a mini-panic attack, dripping in sweat.

Where do dreams like this come from???

Well, I'm no Psychologist ~ so this is a guess/opinion rather than a professional answer but could it be to do with you finding happiness and the former friends in your dream trying to burst your bubble out of jealousy?
And, then you feeling ashamed (obnoxious) for being too happy?

Not very nice friends
I hope the next dream buddies are nicer

[lunagypsy]

Originally Posted by Kate King

Let me preface this post: I have been through a lot in my life and am battling with post-traumatic stress. I am getting help with this, but the nightmares seem to be endless. Even in my sleep I cannot seem to get away from the storm in my head.

So...Last night was out of the normal flashback dreams and I'm not sure what to make of it.

I started out in a bubble floating in a room full of my former friends, all also floating in bubbles. The bubbles were held up by balloons. Mine was a red balloon, but every person had a color of their own. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all concrete, rough and gray. Each person was trying to get to the top where there were big trees. Not tall, lean trees, but thick, robust trees.

I floated up, then down, up then down. Then, seemingly out of no where, (and this is what has me befuddled) I started laughing. UNCONTROLLABLY laughing. The type of belly-laughing that actually hurts. The laughing became so loud and obnoxious everyone started floating toward me trying to pop my balloon. They just couldn't take my laughter anymore. And I could. not. stop. Funny, because I have not truly laughed in YEARS.

I awoke in a mini-panic attack, dripping in sweat.

Where do dreams like this come from???

It sounds to me as though with these former friends, at one time or another, you had low self esteem when you were among them. I sense you might have been peer pressured, ridiculed, or left behind by one or more of them. I'm not sure how these former friends fit into your life before, but your feelings for them now are likely guarded and limited. The balloons represent your guard, or "front", as you always have to be observant and defensive. The fact that nothing is popping your balloon shows resiliency, and your friends are jealous that you are "indestructible" by their means. You are laughing, this is healthy. Laughing is great for the soul, and you have the last laugh with these people.

Hope this helps