it seems like my health escapades will never end! lol
anyways, I was wondering how I could sleep more soundly.
i'm not sure what it is exactly, but my rapidly mannered dreams do contribute to my incessant tossing, turning, kicking, punching and talking while asleep. an ex-girlfriend of mine said I sounded really angry in one of my dreams and started using profanities and swinging my arms around as if I was fighting. i have been attributed to being very vocal while i was asleep. do you think I should see a shrink? do my dreams mean anything? whether this is normal or not, I'd like to get rid of it.
i don't believe I have any psychological or emotional issues which would constitute some credibility to the reason I have these dreams. but I do happen to be angry very often in my dreams, or fighting... my brain is pretty gullible, as in many of my dreams where I have got hurt (I had a dream where I was dueling with a samurai sword against other sword-weilding opponents) I had woken up to a sharp pain where I had been stabbed, and of course, the inevitable and sudden sit-up and heavy breathing. I often wake up from my dreams still feeling angry or agitated - not a good way to start the day.
i am not an angry person by nature and do not have any mutual enemies.
well, anyways I seem to be rambling on so I'll leave you off with a weird dream I had. feel free to share any dreams you may have had too; maybe your experiences can help me as well.
during this dream it seems like I was a gangster (har har). it was somewhere in japan. the atmosphere and environment seemed humid and during the night. the city lights gleemed a bright yellowish-orange. i was definetely somewhere very metropolitan. at the same time, the city was very quiet. there weren't many things going on. anyways, we (me and the gangsters) were stereotypical hollywood gangsters (in japan? lol.) - black leather jacket, black clothes, you know the deal. I actually thought it was pretty cool! it felt like I was in "infernal affairs", to those of you who are familiar with the film. tony leung's character even makes an appearance later on. anyways, it looked as if I was sent out to do some solo-work. I can't remember what errands I was running exactly, but it looked as if i was doing my duties for the head honcho. somehow I ended up in a multi-story library and met and old female acquaintance. there was some heat and passion goin' on, lol. we proceeded to have a "moment" and then I bade her farewell (stop laughing now). now, this is where it gets weird. I walk out and I see tony leung. I guess he's a friend of mine? then suddenly outta nowhere, he gets shot down. I look up and see the "boss" of my gang, I believe. he's surrounded by some henchmen. i never get to see his face. his henchmen give me a good beating until I am kneeling on the ground, bleeding from my mouth. I see his feet. he proceeds to bend down and sit in a squatting position to talk to me. i can only see his knees and his feet and his hands clamped together. suddenly, thoughts go through my mind...everyone I know has been murdered. I say "you killed all my friends..."
he replies, "do you think I actually killed them"
he proceeds to do his evil gangster laugh.
the dreams blurs, fades out and then I wake up.
crazy... yet, not my craziest dream.