I grew up never having a single nightmare. Not one (at least that I remember). Until our breakdown 8 years ago and we became aware of each other and that we are multiple. Now its nothing but nightmares almost every night, every nap. Perhaps the years growing up without nightmares makes them all the more vivid now, I don't know, but they have now become the norm.
Nowdays on rare occasions, I have a nice dream, a dream where someone actually cares for me, and makes me feel loved. It feels so wonderful, it makes me wake up crying and wanting to d*e immediately. The dream is like taunting me with what I can never have, never feel, never be, and it kills me to feel it and know it is an impossability. It's like it takes any shred of hope I might have left in me and uses it to tear me apart again and again. It feels worse than the nightmares, and I just want it to end when it happens.
tortured by the lure of happiness...... hows that for being messed up. Waking from a nice dream makes me want to k*ll myself...... so messed up...... wish I could make it all stop and go away, or end it myself.
What else is left when something as simple as a nice dream can push you to that edge that easy???
Sorry.... maybe this doesnt make sense, I'm all messed up.
Lahl