Or don’t, maybe we are supposed to forget them. For instance I do not want to remember my dreams as I have barely ever had a pleasant one. I’d rather wake up in blissful ignorance of whatever shit my broken brain threw together while it tries to suffocate me.
Being able to become lucid in your dreams means you can also have a certain level of control and face whatever it is that causes that fear, and get over it
I don’t have fear of my dreams, they are just incredibly disjointed and sometimes jarring if I do remember them. It isn’t stemming from abuse or psychological damage that I could go to therapy for, it is likely just because my brain doesn’t properly function during sleep.
Signals that should tell me to breathe don’t send so I get deprived of oxygen until other signals finally kick in and start my breathing again for a few seconds before the whole thing starts again, for every minute I’m asleep without a CPAP machine I am not breathing for 20 seconds or more.
Lots of adrenaline shocks through the night as my heart gets stressed and I’m sure the mix of stress hormones and neurochemicals mess with how my brain processes dreams. It is akin to the feeling people have described of a bad drug trip.
I subscribe to the idea that dreams are a byproduct of your brain defragmenting itself, or priming its neural-net with images trained during the daytime.
To remember the byproduct might undermine this process, in the same way that feeding a NN its own output might produce garbage output later.
just wanted to point out that most people don’t have a lifetime of nightly nightmares, and your could be eased with some therapy, or at least mushrooms and puppies.
and if you LIKE nightmares and want more, slap on a nicotine patch right before you go to bed.
ok, so yeah. The only time i’ve ever had a sleep paralysis experience was when i went to bed with a nicotine patch on. I “woke up” (but not really) to some random blonde lady creepy-smiling while standing over me in my bed. I tired to scream and push her away, but i was totally frozen and couldn’t do anything. After a couple of seconds, though, I woke up for real and she obviously wasn’t there at all. The strangest part is that when i did wake up, it didn’t really feel like I had. It felt like i was awake the whole time and she just disappeared at exactly the same time i regained motor control. It was absolutely terrifying.
I used that stop smoking drug back in the day. Forgot the name, makes you ill if you use? Holy shit the dreams!
I’d have the most horrific nightmares, but they didn’t bother me in the slightest. I loved going to bed, it was like going to a new horror movie every night.
Now I have even a slighty spooky dream and sometimes have to turn the light on to shake it. Speaking of, there was a “dog thing” I dreamed the other night that’s going straight in my next horror short.
