Well. Since sometime in February/March I have had hefty hefty nightmares. Mostly involving people I know getting into shitty situations.
Once a while, the dreams would depict the future somehow. But not all of them and initially I had no idea how to discern between nightmares and “premonitive dreams”
A natural herb, namely cannabis had to be smoked in order to kill the dreams so I could sleep.
I reluctantly stepped down from “sleep medicine” and I am now starting to dream again.
My first dream after “turning off the OFF switch” was no nightmare. It was a recapitulation of the time when I went to my 2nd dancing lecture. In the dream I was proudly showing my “excelent *COUGH*” and newly learned dancing skills.
Much better than dreaming of people in car crashes, plane crashes, breaking necks and whatever else was thrown at me from February to aproximately a week ago. (I tried stopping the cannabis intermittently in that period, but the bad dreams would stress me out.
Happy about positive dreams!
“I’m just one hundred and one, five months and a day.”
“I can’t believe that!” said Alice.
“Can’t you?” the Queen said in a pitying tone. “Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.”
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
Through the Looking-glass – Lewis Caroll