Nightmares

I am known for screaming in my sleep in my house, notorious. I always have nightmares, usually about some kind of bad force that is out of my control. Sometimes about murder, sometimes getting left behind, and sometimes about a crazed homicidal magicial with a creppy puppet who an old man sees but know one else does and the magician controls the old man's mind and then kills him...(inhales, lol)

Night terrors are common of NPD as I have read. I read something about that being the only time the NPD could experience their true self.

Experiences? Thoughts? Ty

I have nightmares that my alarm clock will sound and i will be forced to wakeup early to go to work. I experience this nightmare 5 days a week. :cry:

No night terrors here. In fact I have always been a very very snug sleeper. I love sleeping. If I have no reason to do otherwise I can sleep for a few days without getting up (48 hours at least, phasing in and out). Either I get myself 14+hours of sleep a night, or I have less than 5. Usually goes 14>0>5>5>18>0>5...

Anyhow, whilst I sleep very well, I am aparrently a very 'active' sleeper. Talking, moving, snoring, walking, and such. I have actually had a conversation of the phone whilst I was asleep once. I was in boarding school and my phone woke up my room mate. He stirred me from sleep enought to give me the phone, which I rested upon my head and fell asleep again. About half an hour I drifted back into the realm of the living in much confusion as I slowly understood I was talking to my then-girlfriend who was interstate at the time. Heh, I can operate quite well when I am asleep when it comes to basic tasks. Perhaps one day I will just stay asleep and live directly via my subconcious. I suppose it wouldn't really be a subconcious anymore...

Anyhow, to bring this rant back to relevance, back in the height of my NPD I used to have shockingly scary reoccuring nightmares, but never night-terrors (as far as I know). The nightmares themselves do not entail anyhting scary in ther subject matter, but rather I was struck with inescapable, all pervasive feeling of dread at a specific point of the dream (Even if I was lucid), it was torture waitng hours for it to arrive.

that's exactly the sense i get from my nightmares. like a doom and death, bad omen vibe that is unescapable. i am also an active sleeper, always talking; sometimes screaming, though it's weird because i can be screaming and never wake up; but when i finally wake up in the morning i only have a vague sense that something dark was lurking in my mind...when my family's like "there is something seriously wrong with you" "are u ok?" "you need help." and all of that jazz ...hmm

Yeah, the doom and dread. Completely unjustified too. Allow me to give you an example:

Imagine a treble cleff and a bass cleff running side by side in a 3 dimensional space. Along the two clefs are the usual varied musical notage. I am viewing this dream through the eyes of the 1st person (i.e. myself). All around for as far as the eye can see is vast whie emptiness, and the clefs continue ahead and behind for eternity. I am bouncing forward from note to note. As I hit the note, it rings, but always at the same very high pitch and slow steady even pace (despite my incredible speed). I cannot stop or slow down, but I can jump from one clef to the other, though it makes no difference to my direction, pace, speed, or the pitch of the notes I am hitting. eventually, after what seems to be hours of this repetition, eventually the bass clef (that I am 'riding', no matter what I do to evade this) actually drops diagonally, losing altitude. the treble clef continue running straig above my head, however. As I continue to ride the bass clef down hill a growing sense of anxiety arises (as I know what is coming next). The further I decend, the more thw white nothingness all around becomes an all pervading black darkness. Once my surroundings are complete pitch black I am deposited upon an isolated patch of dirt with an ever so dim spotlight from above (no apparent light source) All around is darkness and directly in front of me is a hollow tree stump. The silence is deafening. At this point I am stuck on an odd railroad. I cannot do anything but move closer to the hollow stump, however i can refuse to move at all. Once I approach closer I cannot go back, but I can always stop. However, no matter how many hours pass, eventually I find myself forced to proceed and carryout the grim fate of this dream. As I lean over and behold the contents of the stump I am surrounded with a deafening bass (The lowest note the human ears could possibly hear) and I am awash with dread doom, panic and fear as I realise what I have just beheld. Just as the full fury of my panic and suffocating dread set in, the realisation breaks the surface of-

This is where I wake up, covered in sweat, heart pounding, and forever unsure of what is in the stump. Luckily I have not had that dream for at least 5 years. Though I used to have it nightly for a few months, then weekly for a few years. I have a couple of others, but I remember that one best.

our dream have some similar themes...(i know, it's llloooonnnnngggg!)

Dream No. 1: molto mysterioso
Okay, this one starts off from my perspective. I am walking down a hallway in
Settlement to get to my usual class. And there is this one hallway that I walk
through that is always full of people. Anyway, I am walking by and I glance at most of the people,
and then I turn the corner to the next hallway (there are many hallways there).
Then it switches to the perspective of an old man who was waiting for someone in
the hallway (maybe a little girl). He was just standing there, waiting, when he
glanced up and saw this man (similar to the scary guy, Jim Carey, in Lemony
Snikets). Well I can't even begin to describe how creepy this guy was. Strange,
peculiar, clown-like face; dressed like a creepy magician with a look of
hostility and humor on his face at the same time. (reminds me of the clown in
the movie "It") Anyway, next to him is a miniature version of him, a puppet on a
bendy pole. (remember the thing in harry potter that swings back and forth and
turns into what you are afraid o
f, it moved just like that) Anyway, this extremely fear-provoking guy and his
puppet were nothing new to the old man. They had been following him around,
terrifying him for a long time. He knew others would think of him as psychotic, and he knew he probably was because no one else
could see this homoicidal man. Then he left Settlement (without the little girl,
idk why, he wasn't in reality i think), and was driving along the quiet grey
skied city. Then when at a stop light, he saw the man and the frightening puppet
right near his car on the side walk. The puppet made some kind of murderous
gesture while swinging back and forth & then the man threw his head completely
back, then brought it up enough so the old man could see his eyes bulging out of
his face, he was a crazed muderous form of happy. The old man knew they would
end his life, and today would be his last day; but his fear was not heightened
by this because the fear had never gone away since he had first seen this man
(and
the puppet). Then I see the old man walk into an empty, dark, & closed gun shop
(he does not know why he is doing this, the magician is controllong his
thoughts) The old man sees the homicidal magician behind the counter. The old man is armed with a gun, but the magician convinces him to trade to gun to
him for four hundred dollars. (the old man's mind somehow thinks that he will
still have a gun after giving the magician the gun, and that four hundred
dollars would make him set for life) well, instead of giving him hundred dollar
bills, the magician gives him quarters; but the old man is under the magician's
spell, and he does not know, he finds the quarters to be precious jewels...the
magician gets the gun, forboding death vibe...The end

What do u think? Did you even read that whole thing?

Dream II: molto shorter than the last dream

Me u and mom are in a tour in this one small house, it is very dark and in the
middle of nowhere. There are a bunch of people doing the tour. Well the house is
very small but there are a hundred (or 99?) stair cases down. We walked down
all hundred floors, one person per floor at a time. It was completely silent. I
knew I was getting really tired but couldn't say anything, you and mom were ahead and I was the last person. When I finially got to the small room at the
bottom you and mom had already started through the other stairway to go back
up...100 floors! Well I knew I couldn't do it, and there wasn't even a place to
sit in this bottom room. Then I saw a secret elevator that only the owners of
the building were supposed to use. Well no one was around, and even though I was
afraid of getting in trouble, I hit the button for the elevator because I knew I
wouldn't make it on the normal way out & I wouldn't be able to meet up with you
guys if i didn't take this. You and mom were al
ready gone, on your way up. So i hit the button, the guard missing, and the
little elevator opens. I get in and it is very dark and something feels not
right. The door closes and it will not re-open no matter what i do. The elevator
will not go up, it stays at the bottom.

Themes:
dead silence
there is the reality everyone else is in, then our character departs to their reality
the 1st person character is descending into darkness...but we never see the end result, wake up just in time to not get it
waking up afraid (<--alarming, means we are, or for you were, afraid of the direction we are going)

ps- the erie dreams just made me want to stay away from ppl more and distrust them more? what effect did urs have on u?

lostHPD wrote:*snip*
What do u think? Did you even read that whole thing?

Yeah, that was pretty unusual. I enjoyed relating to things like the way you can percieve peoples thoughts and intentions as a 3rd party onlooker whist in freams. Like the way you knew the old man thought the coins were gems. You just know.

Me u and mom are in a tour in this one small house, it is very dark and in the
middle of nowhere. There are a bunch of people doing the tour. Well the house is
very small but there are a hundred (or 99?) stair cases down. We walked down
all hundred floors, one person per floor at a time. It was completely silent. I
knew I was getting really tired but couldn't say anything, you and mom were ahead and I was the last person. When I finially got to the small room at the
bottom you and mom had already started through the other stairway to go back
up...100 floors! Well I knew I couldn't do it, and there wasn't even a place to
sit in this bottom room. Then I saw a secret elevator that only the owners of
the building were supposed to use. Well no one was around, and even though I was
afraid of getting in trouble, I hit the button for the elevator because I knew I
wouldn't make it on the normal way out & I wouldn't be able to meet up with you
guys if i didn't take this. You and mom were al
ready gone, on your way up. So i hit the button, the guard missing, and the
little elevator opens. I get in and it is very dark and something feels not
right. The door closes and it will not re-open no matter what i do. The elevator
will not go up, it stays at the bottom.

Themes:
dead silence
there is the reality everyone else is in, then our character departs to their reality
the 1st person character is descending into darkness...but we never see the end result, wake up just in time to not get it
waking up afraid (<--alarming, means we are, or for you were, afraid of the direction we are going)

ps- the erie dreams just made me want to stay away from ppl more and distrust them more? what effect did urs have on u?

Ok, first off, who is 'you'? Me? It gets kinda confusing when you throw pronouns around like that :p Anyhow, this has many parralels to my dream, escept that yours is a little more 'real' (Walking down stairs rather than flying along 3d music clefs). Tell me did you also find that when you were klucid, and aware of the outcome of the dream whilst still in it, that you could do nothing to stop it?

I don't remember that the dreams had a significant effect on my behaviour at all, perhaps, I can't remember.

Sry about the 'you' thing. I originally wrote this to my brother and it's really long...so i copied and pasted. (Yes! i am still partially in reality!) Hmm, i don't quite understand what you meant by that question. If you meant did i know, while sleeping, that i was having a nightmare and did i know that i could not stop myself from having the nightmare. Then, no. I didn't realize i was sleeping, it was all very real to me...which is kind of weird because the dream represented my true self, and the dream was of horror, death, and being alone because of one's twisted mind...anyways!
But if you meant did i know that the old man could do nothing to make the magician go away or stop the magician from killing him, the yes. i knew the magician had taken over his mind and possessed him into his own self-destruction.

omg...that's good, and pretty accurate...i think i am afraid of myself??? advice? the magician might represent the self-destructive/Wunderkind part of me, while the old man is the True Self, and the little girl he left behind at the music school is the False Self. Does that sound too good to be true? Am i reading too much into it? b/c it was definitly a significant dream, i just felt it

Meh, I always considered dream-reading to be contrived BS. Perhaps I am wrong, but what you said definitely sounded like overly interpretative cockload (no offence). I mean it is easy to read into this $#%^ and pull all sorts of BS 'meanings' from it, like you could have just as easily shuffled the representations of yourself and their respective characters and come up with decent justifications for it. After all, even if there is some abstract meaning to be extracted fom dreams, what is the point anyhow? It's not like it will change anything.

well, if you believe nothing changes, that if there is change, you cannot see it. just a thought. but concerning npd, yeah i don't think it will ever change...ugh! whateva. there are prices you gotta pay for being No. 1, lol

and i definitly have a tendency to read to much into things (a quiz said i was high i Schizotypal and all of that crap, i'm just waiting until my mind gets all of the PDs! YEAH!!!) Like, the other day (this was awkward) this girls purse got caught on my backpack. And she was trying to get it off and i just said "This must be fate." as a joke...i don' think she got it. In fact, I'm pretty sure she thought i was hitting on her. Does that sound like a come-on line to you? (maybe it does...i was feeling flirtatious i guess, lol)