Nightmares back, new ones

I can't even describe the level of painful these nightmares are now. I'm not the one dying, which happens sometimes, but not me at all now. I am inside others bodies with them, and they are dying, one after another. Different scenery for each. It's like I'm painful death-hopping! Their inner voices are talking and they are feeling it and I'm in there experiencing it too but I can't say or do anything. Mostly they're all in different hospitals or ambulances or even nursing homes. It's all very disturbing.
I started back on prazosin after the second night of this but it's not helping at all. I think it kept me asleep last night so this could keep happening! I remember eight separate times last night. My dreams stay with me throughout the day which is a reason they put me on prazosin at the end of 2016. I stopped taking it because I stopped having THE ONE single nightmare and it dulled all my dreams.
I want to shake this, get past it, something, anything. This can't keep happening to me. It's making me feel bad a lot of the time, like I'm sick to my stomach and makes me feel this pain of emptiness and fading out during the day. I almost drank this morning because it had me so badly.
I suppose I've told a few of you that I'm ok. I apologize, but I haven't entirely been ok. I can shake it some by being very active, but it's still there.

I am so sorry you are going through this. It must be exhausting. As always if you need to talk, you know where to find me. Hugs.

Oh crap! Believe this or not. I'm reeling.
One of them was named William O. I found a William O that died last night en route to a hospital. He kept saying "I didn't mean nothin. I just needed money so d---ed bad" over and over in his head as he faded away. He was shot by an officer after trying to rob a home.
I wouldn't have heard about this anywhere. I don't watch TV and don't read the news. It happened almost 8 hours drive from me. It wouldn't even be on the news here.
I'm not even looking for more of these. This is not ok with me at all.

Something similar happened to my friend. She would see deceased people in her bedroom late at night or sometimes see them around their loved ones while out shopping or at restaurants. One time she even asked me "Do you see that older woman sitting with that guy?" and no one was there. I believed it may have been the spirit of his mother or grandmother that she could see.

I encouraged her to see a doctor about it because she was troubled by seeing all these dying or dead people, and I want to say the doctor gave her a prescription for Xanax or some other anti-anxiety medication and her symptoms improved. She was able to sleep better than before, even though the visions didn't go away completely, but she seems to be less disturbed by them now.

I figured it out.
Same kind of dreams all night again. Instead of freaking out about it, I tried to console the dying. I told them it was ok to die. It's the only certain, concrete, fully stable thing in life, knowing we'll die. I slept a very long time and feel fairly good though still sad for them. There were seven last night, all of them freaking out. I was too, but they all seemed more ok with it when I talked to them and told them it was ok to die. Death wasn't the end by any means. One of them thanked me for being there, while she drowned in the freezing waters under the ice. I told her that it's ok for it to be the time. We never know when it's time and she didn't need to let worry fill her final moments in something so beautiful.
This all seems so disturbed that I'd do this, but I'm very much at peace with the dreams now. I don't want them to keep happening, but it's ok if they do

I could be dreams of personal transformation. These people represent parts of yourself who are dying.

Possibly.
I think more likely it's parts of me are moving beyond myself and forwardly loosening my self. My energy today is powerful! I feel like a very good energy around me. I think this is what drugs are supposed to feel like, but for me never did

I agree.

Last night was more of the same.
One lady took seemingly hours to die from a heart attack, alone in her own home and bed. She had no way to call for help because she couldn't reach the phone. The pain was very saddening but she did finally let go on her own and slip away. I don't know that anyone will find her for days or even weeks. She had done all her shopping yesterday and had all her bills paid, but lived in the country by herself. She seemed Scottish, but not in Scotland. She was a poet and author but not widely known. She also didn't tell me her name, but loved her two dogs, whom were her only "children,"and had both died last year.
It seems knowing you aren't alone in death and dying is a very calming thing. Some freak out about my being there but overall they appreciate it. One called me "God" last night, but I assured them I'm no deity nor demon. I'd never want to be those.
This "gift" is very uncomfortable for everyone involved. I think I'm supposed to be helping in this way. I cry about it sometimes during the day, but I come to terms with it too.
I'm not going to look for more of these people online, because they've probably been real people that have really passed on. I'll follow this course as long as it goes onward.

Thanks for the update and I'm glad you seem to be handling the dreams okay.

You're welcome for the update. I think I am almost ok with it. It didn't disturb me as much.
Come get me Universe, one moment at a time.

You might like the movie "Insidious The Key" is now playing.

I'll think about it. I get antsy in theaters. It's somewhat anxiety and surrounded by people I don't know in the dark with everyone being very quiet. Bit creepy. I might see it though.

Still taking prazosin. No dreams at all. Sleep was amazingly amazing. I felt very rested this morning. I kind of earned it, between two gym trips yesterday

Do you like to write? It seems like maybe you should write about these people if you can. Partly to keep a record, partly, idunno, it just seems like you should.

I do enjoy writing. Prazosin killed off ALL dreams again last night, or at least memory of them. I've slept the best I have in a long, long time the past two nights. I didn't want those dreams. I don't want to think about writing them. I know I didn't have a choice in the matter, but it's really more than I can handle, at least for now.
I need to get my mind out of crisis mode. I've been running on it primarily for a while. There's no current need for it being that way, and I need to clear things up.