STRANGE DREAMS

[Christmas_Christmas]

People, I want to share with you the strange dreams that visit me at night, and such dreams began to come to me precisely after I began writing my Stories.
Even in reality, for several days I had a strong feeling that I I returned again to my childhood, my school years, to my yard and to the Irkin village. For several days I had the feeling that I had returned to my childhood. I remembered so much that just yesterday I didn’t remember at all and forgot... or rather, I thought I forgot... various “little things”, all sorts of “nonsense” that I haven’t remembered for almost 10 years, but now it’s just creeps into my head... Which of the girls said what, what they did, what promises they made and to whom, how they played together and what secrets they had)))... I even remember which of us was wearing what... And "all this "nostalgia" comes over me suddenly... especially if the day is sunny and quiet..
Even the other day, I popped out for lunch and I had a strong feeling that around the corner My girls from childhood will be waiting for me and we will go to a cafe together)))...
For some reason I started dreaming about the same things at night.. I dream about my Tanya very often... And I dream about it in a good way, but when I wake up , then I want to cry (((... I dreamed that she rang the doorbell for me, in that apartment, in childhood... and called me for a walk... I dreamed that her grandmother, in the village, baked pies for Tanya and me.. .. people, I even felt the “smell” and taste of baking... I honestly felt it....
I also dreamed that Tanya and I were going home in a compartment.. but for some reason we were going to our yard from childhood , but only Tanya is also an adult like me.... damn.... she also consults with me what she should do and what to do on various issues...
I also told her that she needs to go to sleep, otherwise we’ll sleep through our station.. and she told me not to worry that she would wake me up, that everything was ok...
yesterday I dreamed about Irka in exactly the same way... only Irka seemed to be alive.... Irka reprimanded me for not coming to the station to see her off when she left for her own Kazakhstan 10 years ago, even more,... I tell her that you yourself abandoned me, ran away. that you didn’t even warn me that you were leaving (((.... which is my fault... and she replied that she had “nothing to do with it”, that it was her parents who took her away, and she didn’t want to leave... she also told me, What does it matter that I then went to the station for a week and looked for places where she could be with her parents while they were waiting for the train...

[Christmas_Christmas]

[Christmas_Christmas]

people will probably go to church...

[Samara]

Our consciousness is still a very interesting thing, sometimes it throws out strange, incomprehensible and frightening things. Once I woke up in the morning, with a sore head and a feeling of yesterday’s fumes in my mouth, I didn’t immediately realize that it was a dream, at that time I had not drunk for several years, and with whom it seemed to me I had been drinking the day before had already been dead for 2 years. For several days afterwards I came to my senses from this. But this is just our consciousness/subconscious, once you finish the stories, digging through memories, everything will naturally fade away, but it’s a pity, sometimes you want to communicate, even in a dream, with someone who, for one reason or another, is no longer around

[Christmas_Christmas]

Our consciousness is still a very interesting thing, sometimes it throws out strange, incomprehensible and frightening things. Once I woke up in the morning, with a sore head and a feeling of yesterday’s fumes in my mouth, I didn’t immediately realize that it was a dream, at that time I had not drunk for several years, and with whom it seemed to me I had been drinking the day before had already been dead for 2 years. For several days afterwards I came to my senses from this. But this is just our consciousness/subconscious, once you finish the stories, digging through memories, everything will naturally fade away, but it’s a pity, sometimes you want to communicate, even in a dream, with someone who, for one reason or another, is no longer around

the whole trouble is that everything I told is happening to me in reality... no, ghosts don’t visit me... everything is fine with my head so far... I’m talking about sensations. .. I seem to be in childhood "in my head"... I remember everything, what happened, who, where, and what they did, as they say... where I went with whom, what I did with whom, where and how I played, what I made promises to whom.... I remembered everything for some reason... but it doesn’t happen the same way... this is not normal.... now, as if, I’m an adult, due to "importance" I have switched places with myself in childhood .... everything that now seems to be secondary, but what was then. on the contrary...
I just can’t put into words how I feel....

[Samara]

Natali_Natali, It’s normal, I’ll be with that deceased friend for a long time I felt it right next to my skin, and it often happens when I go to my parents’ home yard to visit, I go into the garage, the boys from the neighborhood will catch up, the game begins, as I call it, you remember, you don’t remember, and old stories come up that you have long forgotten about, but you remember it in the end in detail, down to specific phrases and facial expressions of the participants. I don’t pretend to be the truth and maybe I’m wrong, but it seems to me that this is how our consciousness works, we turn to them for some kind of memory, or circumstances force us to return and something pops up immediately in our head and something catches up later, even after several days after I remembered a story with someone once and what that picture is, a dialogue with the same story or with the same people pops up in my head for no reason, for no reason, not infrequently I feel uneasy, plus it evokes real emotions, the event was then and the emotions Now. And you’ve been bothering your conscious/subconscious a lot with writing stories, and your beautiful, impressionable nature can’t immediately perceive and put everything into perspective. And by the way, writers have such a theme that they immerse themselves in what they write so much and the edges of the real are erased at some point, not realizing what is fiction and what is not. I think it’s normal, just games of our minds

[Christmas_Christmas]

And by the way, writers have such a theme that they immerse themselves in what they write so much and the edges of the real are erased at some point, not realizing what is fiction and what is not. I think that this is normal, just games of our mind

that’s how it is with writers... where are the writers and where am I)))... but maybe it’s true, I just "re-remembered" too much... otherwise I somehow felt uneasy from everything...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, This is normal, I felt that late friend right next to my skin for a long time, and it’s not uncommon when I go to my parents’ home yard to visit, I go into the garage, the boys from the neighborhood will catch up, the game begins, as I call it, you remember, you don’t remember, and old stories come up that you forgot about long ago, but you remember

so you meet with friends and remember.. but I don’t meet anyone from my childhood) )) where do I remember all this from then?

[alexandr.lvov]

Natali_Natali, Hello, a familiar situation of course often happens to me this in Java sometimes I even sit and seem to be immersed memories I start talking and then my sister comes up to me and looks at me from the side with surprise on her face and asks what are you doing? Who are you communicating with? I immediately return to reality and smiling I answer her that I was kind of daydreaming, she says that you actually you sit and talk directly, either raising your voice or whispering in short, they don’t let me rant about the past and my carefree child so if this situation bothers you then contact "Regressologist" here is her telegram nickname, her name is Maria Strekoz @MariaStrekoz

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Hello , a familiar situation, of course, this often happens to me in Java sometimes I even sit and seem to be immersed memories I start talking and then my sister comes up to me and looks at me from the side with surprise on her face and asks what are you doing? Who are you communicating with? I immediately return to reality and smiling I answer her that I was kind of daydreaming, she says that you actually you sit and talk directly, either raising your voice or whispering in short, they don’t let me rant about the past and my carefree child so if this situation bothers you then contact "Regressologist" here’s her telegram nickname, her name is Maria Strekoz @MariaStrekoz

nI don’t talk to the past... although if he doesn’t let me go, then I’ll probably start too....
I now have a condition as if everything that happened in childhood did not happen 15 or more years ago... . and it seems like everything happened just yesterday.... I’m even kind of creepy because I remembered everything... and...
damn...

[niqk]

Natali_Natali, don’t be upset! There’s nothing creepy here. This is just how memory works in impressionable artistic people. I will refer to my experience. Not very often, but not too rarely, suddenly
due to some nonsense, say, an unexpected smell or the sound of music, some thread of an episode
that happened many years ago comes to mind , which seemed to have been forgotten long ago and forever. And before your eyes: the former situation,
former actions with former people. And everything is clear and bright - well, right now this is happening... And then - everything
returns to its normal pattern...

[Christmas_Christmas]

And then - everything
returns to its track...

damn... I’ll hope that everything will return to normal for me too "your own track"....

[niqk]

And then - everything
returns to its track...

damn... I’ll hope that everything will return to "its own track"....

It will definitely return! But not at once...

[RANGE_]

Natali_Natali, If you dream about your girlfriends after writing stories, then there is nothing strange here.
You are a very impressionable person, and it is clear that when you post your stories on this forum, you let a lot pass through yourself, reliving the feelings you experienced earlier. It’s very hard for you to let go of this. Yes, actually, you don’t want to. Whether it is painful or pleasant for you is another question.
But this turns into a projection - you see your friends in dreams, latently expecting to meet them in reality. You create the projection yourself.
And in reality itself, apparently, there are no such friendly connections, there are no such girlfriends with whom you would be as emotionally close as in the past.
Perhaps in your present current life there is some kind of stagnation, where something that is important to you in feelings and emotions is not happening. In addition, with age, a person becomes more closed off - both hormones and diet take their toll, and the perception of what is happening changes/dulls. In short, it’s as if there aren’t those bright colors that were in my youth. But there are paints and canvas... The artist is not in the right mood;)

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, If you dream about your girlfriends after writing stories, then there is nothing strange here.

the point here is not even that I started dreaming about them... For some reason I began to remember, down to the smallest detail, what happened during my school years... as if it all happened not 12 years ago, but literally yesterday... with all the impressions, facial expressions, smiles, who said what, etc... Okay, I wish I had those dreams... especially since I want to dream about the girls "good"...
I feel bad precisely because for me memories not only "came to life", they became important to me ... as if all this is happening now, and my actions and reactions will have certain consequences... there will be a continuation...
just a continuation of what? for example, Tanya has been gone for many years now((((....

[Eustace]

people, I’ll probably go to church....

go, let go

[Christmas_Christmas]

people, I’ll probably go to church....

go, let him go : cat2:

I’m going...

[Eustace]

I’m going

you are my little fish.

[Nelli2000]

I’m even kind of creepy because I remembered everything... and...
damn...

Stop writing. ...At least for a while. Otherwise, the truth “cuckoo” won’t stand it... You can’t strain yourself like that out of habit and without preparation...

[Nick1979]

People, I want to share with you the strange dreams that visit me at night, and such dreams began to come to me precisely after I began writing my Stories.
Even in reality, for several days I had a strong feeling that that I returned again to childhood, to my school years, to my yard and to the Irkin village. For several days I had the feeling that I had returned to my childhood. I remembered so much that just yesterday I didn’t remember at all and forgot... or rather, I thought I forgot... various “little things”, all sorts of “nonsense” that I haven’t remembered for almost 10 years, but now it’s just creeps into my head... Which of the girls said what, what they did, what promises they made and to whom, how they played together and what secrets they had)))... I even remember which of us was wearing what... And "all this "nostalgia" comes over me suddenly... especially if the day is sunny and quiet..
Even the other day, I popped out for lunch and I had a strong feeling that around the corner My girls from childhood will be waiting for me and we will go to a cafe together)))...
For some reason I started dreaming about the same things at night.. I dream about my Tanya very often... And I dream about it in a good way, but when I wake up , then I want to cry (((... I dreamed that she rang the doorbell for me, in that apartment, in childhood... and called me for a walk... I dreamed that her grandmother, in the village, baked pies for Tanya and me.. .. people, I even felt the “smell” and taste of baking... I honestly felt it....
I also dreamed that Tanya and I were going home in a compartment.. but for some reason we were going to our yard from childhood , but only Tanya is also an adult like me.... damn.... she also consults with me what she should do and what to do on various issues...
I also told her that she needs to go to sleep, otherwise we’ll sleep through our station.. and she told me not to worry that she would wake me up, that everything was ok...
yesterday I dreamed about Irka in exactly the same way... only Irka seemed to be alive.... Irka reprimanded me for not coming to the station to see her off when she left for her own Kazakhstan 10 years ago, even more,... I tell her that you yourself abandoned me, ran away. that you didn’t even warn me that you were leaving (((.... which is my fault... and she replied that she had “nothing to do with it,” that it was her parents who took her away, and she didn’t want to leave... she also told me that she was busy, that I then went to the station for a week and looked for places where she could be with about their parents while they were waiting for the train...

This really happens. You just describe everything in such detail that every time you seem to live these moments of your life anew. And since I wrote a lot, here they are all memoriesand came flooding back.
Don’t worry, everything will be fine, it will pass.
Just rest, take a break, unwind.
And everything will definitely be fine.

[Eustace]

The advisors fucking showed up........

[RANGE_]

Natali_Natali, If you dream about your girlfriends after writing stories, then there is nothing strange here.

the point here is not even that they became me dreaming... for some reason I began to remember, down to the smallest detail, what happened during my school years... as if it all happened not 12 years ago, but literally yesterday... with all the impressions, facial expressions, smiles, who said what, etc. h...okay, I wish I had those dreams... especially since I want to dream about the girls "good"...
I feel bad precisely because for me memories not only "came to life", they have become important to me... as if all this is happening now, and my actions and reactions will have certain consequences... there will be a continuation...
just a continuation of what? for example, Tanya has been gone for many years now((((....

Does this torment you, depress you?
If you sincerely believe, you can go to church to pray for your deceased and living close friends. It won’t get any worse.
In my comment above, I only assumed that your “for some reason” is not of a random nature, but suddenly not. it happens, there is a prerequisite invisible to the eye/consciousness. But where this precondition was formed - from the inside or from the outside - you need to look, rewind.
Simply put, I will not remember something in detail if there is no situation for it, where I need, like a drink, to get under my panties into all the details

There are two reasons - external and internal. The external one reminded me of something. the head is full of details.

And the inner, without external stimuli - indicates the personal, true. Here, with all the external well-being or lack thereof, it bursts from the inside, torments, strains, tickles sweetly, and so on. ..
This says exactly what you are striving for, what is missing - not in form, but in essence.

[Eustace]

I will advise a psychiatrist;)

vo vo)

[RANGE_]

Fucking advisors showed up.......

We’ll advise Natalie to go to the mental hospital;)
The topic smacks of esotericism.
Clear karma and turn back the 7th chakra))

[Eustace]

The topic smacks of esotericism.
Cleanse karma and turn back the 7th chakra))

I’m talking about the same thing.)

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, lapul, don’t listen to anyone, write.

[Didudo]

Natali_Natali, If you dream about your girlfriends after writing stories, then there is nothing strange here.

the point here is not even that they became me dreaming... for some reason I began to remember, down to the smallest detail, what happened during my school years... as if it all happened not 12 years ago, but literally yesterday... with all the impressions, facial expressions, smiles, who said what, etc. h...okay, I wish I had those dreams... especially since I want to dream about the girls "good"...
I feel bad precisely because for me memories not only "came to life", they have become important to me... as if all this is happening now, and my actions and reactions will have certain consequences... there will be a continuation...
just a continuation of what? for example, Tanya has been gone for many years now ((((....

It’s great to visit the past))

[Christmas_Christmas]

This really happens. You just describe everything in such detail that every time you seem to live these moments of your life anew. And since I wrote a lot, here they are all memories and came flooding back.
Don’t worry, everything will be fine, it will pass.
Just rest, take a break, unwind.
And everything will definitely be fine.

so the fact of the matter is that I’m not worried... these "memories" make me feel very good for some reason.. I feel "there "and then, better than here and now... and for some reason this makes it creepy...
but I wouldn’t want to die yet.... usually this is the state a person has before...

[Christmas_Christmas]

Does this torment you, depress you?

the fact of the matter is that it doesn’t depress you.. on the contrary, I want to “go there” and want to very strongly..... and this is not normal, it seems to me....

[Christmas_Christmas]

Fucking advisors showed up......

We advise Natalie to go to the mental hospital;)
Topic smacks of esotericism.
Cleanse karma and turn back the 7th chakra))

a mental hospital is not a psychiatric hospital... but my distant relative has... that’s for sure she had the same condition... she kept remembering what and how it was like in her youth... she kept walking around with a smile... and then... a heart attack (((....

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, lapul, don’t listen to anyone , write.

I didn’t say that I wouldn’t write... I will write... but not about the "topic" "....

[Eustace]

and then... heart attack(((....

eh. Hush, hush, my love!

[Christmas_Christmas]

It’s great to visit the past))

It’s great, I don’t argue... just how not to get left behind in that past.. forever(((( ...

[Eustace]

you can’t get behind the past.. forever((((...

you won’t stay behind, don’t worry.

[Nick1979]

so the fact of the matter is that I’m not worried... these “memories” make me feel very good for some reason... I feel “there and then” better than here and now... and so from for some reason this is creepy...
but I wouldn’t want to die just yet.... usually this is the state a person has before...

You Come on, throw all the bad thoughts out of your head.
Everything is fine with you. Everything will pass.
Don’t scare us like that.

[Eustace]

Don’t scare us like that.

I’ll scare her.

[Nick1979]

Don’t scare us like that.

I’ll scare you.

Yes, our Natalie was worried about something.

[Eustace]

Don’t scare us like that.

I’ll scare you.

Yes, our Natalie was worried about something.

yes, everything is wrong.

[Nick1979]

I’ll scare you.

Yes, our Natalie was worried about something.

yes, everything is fine.

I hope. And then I actually started to worry about her

[Eustace]

I hope so. And then I started to really worry about her...

don’t worry. We will not let our beloved go anywhere.

[Nick1979]

I hope so. And then I started to really worry about her...

don’t worry. We won’t let our beloved go anywhere.

Of course we won’t let go. Our sunshine is going nowhere and never

[Christmas_Christmas]

Eustace, Nick1979, VARG_,
jokes aside, but now I “think” about Tanya as alive...
and what’s worst is that it’s good for me to think about her as if she’s alive... but this is not normal((((.... you can’t do that... damn.... I was already resigned to the fact that Tanya was gone, but here. .. I know that she’s been gone for many years, but it’s better for me to think that she’s alive than....
I even wanted to call her... for real, I even took my mobile phone to dial the number...
damn... who and where to call(((...

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, I’m telling you. Go to church. Let go

[Nick1979]

Natali_Natali, I’m telling you. Go to church. Let go

I agree. No jokes now.

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, I had an older brother. But what can I say , he was like a sidekick to me! Died! I vomited, not like a child. It let go, though after years. 5th

[RANGE_]

jokes, but now I “think” about Tanya as alive...
and what’s worst is that it’s good for me to think about her as alive... but this is not normal((((. ... you can’t do that... damn... I was already resigned that Tanya was gone, but here... I know that she’s been gone for many years, but I’d rather think that she’s alive than.... I even wanted to call her... really, I even took my mobile phone to dial the number...
damn... who and where to call (((..

Since I involuntarily switched to "you" with me in another topic, then let me find out - do you want to speak out/cry or get real help
With all due respect to you, Natalie, but if you want to stop your “carousel”, that’s one thing, but if you want to ride it until you vomit, I’m a cat and I have paws... and purr-murr, fir-fir;)

[Christmas_Christmas]

jokes, but now I “think” about Tanya as alive...
and what’s worst is that it’s good for me to think about her as alive... but this is not normal( (((.... you can’t do that... damn.... I was already resigned to the fact that Tanya was gone, but here... I know that she’s been gone for many years, but I’d rather think that she’s alive than.. ..
I even wanted to call her... really, I even took my mobile phone to dial the number...
damn... who and where to call (((..

Since I involuntarily switched to "you" with me on another topic, let me find out - do you want to speak out/cry or get real help
With everything? respect to you, Natalie, but if you want to stop your "carousel" - one thing, but if you want to ride it until you vomit - I’m a cat and I have paws... and claws. Mur-mur, fyr-fyr;)

I’ll go to church tomorrow.... in any case, it won’t be superfluous....

[RANGE_]

I’ll go to church tomorrow.... in any case, it won’t be superfluous....

I said earlier - there won’t be any harm.
A pen/pencil doesn’t write without a refill.
Oh, Natalie, I gave you so many tips...
If only I were in a cassock, they would have believed me.

[Barsuk70]

Natali_Natali,
Me lately I also often dream about my childhood friends.
I would give anything to go back there, to my childhood. To my friends.
But this cannot be returned.

[Murena0314]

Natali_Natali, yes, probably all this is natural. When you “digest”, experience some event, memory or fantasy, you think about it, generally become obsessed, you may even dream about it, with certain details. Well, why be surprised, today I also dreamed of some pieces from my fantasy about a violinist, but everything was probably different there, I don’t remember completely. All because I was very worried about this.
Of course, if your situation is stressing you out, you can go to church, or you can go somewhere in the forest, in nature, if conditions allow.