Thread: really strange, vivid dreams causing serious difficulty with my sleeping.

over the past couple of months Ive been lasting on simply a couple of hourse a night sleep, becuaseo of these starnge, horrible, vivid dreams I've been having. I jinced this forum to see if there's anything anyone can do about them. A bit of background, Im 16 and female. Ever since I was little Ive had vivid nightmares, but recently theyve just gotten out of hand. I never recognise the place or most of the people in my dreams. Often, I realise that I'm dreaming and attempt to calm myself down and to explore the place in which I find mysef in, to see if it's a palce I have actually been to or seen soemwhere, hoping this could offer insight. However, I never end up ebing able to identify and trying often seems to put me in more dangerous situations than I was already in.

The dreams, however, do not always, not even regularly, involve myself being in danger. I will outline a breif section of the dream I had kast night to give a rough idea of what sort of dreams they are.
I was crossing a bridge which went over a road with two peopel, I cant remember who they were but I think one of them was my mother. Halway accross, under the bridge, there was a grassy hill, next to a tree, and the top of the hill reached level to the bridge, so it almost seemed as though we were not on a bridge at all. I looked down at the road below, to the tree, were there was an elderly indian man falling asleep. I remembered having been told something about this man earlier in the dream, but could only remember that he was some sort of important religious figure. he was wearing orange and purple with a lilac turban. as we get to the hill, I see that there are laods, and I mean loads, of babies. They aren'ts very cute babies at all, quite chubby and they are all identical and bundled in white and purple patterned cloths. Some are sleepign, some are awake and some are screaming. I believe that they belong t the man and we contine walking, watching the babies as thoguh they are some sory of art peice.

As we come to the other side of the hill however, I see that there are some of these babies in the road, wuite a few actually, and I realise that it is not safe for them to be there. So I climb down from the bridge and into the road, and start dragging the babies out of the road and unwrapping them, and the indian man is suddenly there helping me. it's not silent...there is usual background noise of cars and shops and chater, but no-one actually speaks. so we are takeing these babies out of the road and unwrapping them on the roadside, and as we do this, I realise that they are growing. Despite the size of them when they are bundled up, when i take them out they are small and sit on the palm of my hand like small buddhas. but immediately, they grow into mean, fully grown adults. Some of them I can even see unfolding as I unwrap them, their legs falling out of the folds of cloth. And at this point I become extremely confused, with no diea what is happenign, I begin to believe that these must be sort of magical beings, in some way related to whatever religion this old man belongs to. But then, the old Asian man starts eating them. Like, just tearing their arms off and eating them. and they are still alive, while he eats them, both the people and the limbs. And I begin to feel really ill and try to climb back up onto the bridge, which proves very difficult.

Andyway, the dream carries on after this for some time, but this was one of the most sickening parts. I hope that someone can offer some sort of insight as to why i am having these kinds of dreams.

Thanks for reading, I knows its quite longwinded.

And I ahve started keeping a dream journal, just to help me keep track of recurrences and key events.