dreams
 

I have been 'retired' for almost 10 years now but I still feel like I'm working. Most of my very active dreams are about work, scheduling, patients, illnesses, nurse-doctor situations, etc.

But the other night I had a really weird one. I took the names of all the couples in my family that are of child bearing years. I even gave my nephews that aren't married fictional wives to do this. Then I thought up names for their children that the names wouldn't have any of the letters of the parents. Example, parents John and Amy, children couldn't have any of those letters in their names. I spent the longest time in my dream thinking of thse names cause there are several couple. I even put my 50 year old brother and his wife in this group!

Oops, sorry. I guess this should have gone in the Stumble Inn.

I wonder how many hours we actually do this crazy dreaming or does it just seem like a long time?

I don't know, Doydie! But it's sure hard to wake up feeling rested when we've "worked" all night long! ;)

I keep having weird dreams about when I worked at McDonald's. Some of them have been extremely realistic.

I'm blaming it on the Copaxone.

I've ALWAYS been a dreamer, with long, complicated scenarios played out, and I've always been somewhat prone to nightmares. I've found that certain meds (Amantadine, Provigil...caffeine) really stir things up in the dream department.

I have always been a dreamer - have always been intrigued by them and wanted to learn what they mean......

I agree Erin, weird dreams so happens to be a side-effect of Copaxone. I rember the first Copaxone dream I had: I was looking at my eyelashes in the mirror and noticed how long and bold they were. Next thing I know, I find flowers blooming on the end of each one. :eek:

You know how people try to interpret their dreams? I wonder if the Copaxone induced dreams would scew our interpretations. :rolleyes:

Same here! Mine have always been wildly amusing and still contain mountain climbing, softball, skiing, skating, piggy-backing kids, and work stuff.

I remember vividly the first dream I had in which I had MS, but even that one was me doing an ice capades routine in my manual wheelchair!

A couple of my "mystic" friends are convinced that the key to interpreting dreams is to tap into the emotions generated by the events, not the events themselves. Mine are usually exhilarating and fun, so it must be pretty good!:confused:

I dream all the time, especially if I have something on my mind that I am not dealing with.

For the longest time I would have this repeating dream where I kept pulling this never-ending thread out of my mouth . . . pulling, pulling, pulling. A while later, it became a string . . . then later it was this mesh fabric, about an inch wide.

This went on for weeks and I decided (consciously) that I was going to try to rip out the spool or whatever it was that it was coming from, down my throat. I did rip it out in my next dream (it was a flat, metal thing), but the dreams didn't stop.

I finally figured out what the dream-message was about . . . I had to talk to somebody about something I had been avoiding. I had the "talk" with the person, and the dream stopped right then and there.

Now I dream about my "house" all the time. It is a different house each time, but I know it is where I live. It always has trap doors and hidden hallways that lead to nowhere . . . and I think it means that I need to get my "house" (life) in order. There are some big decisions I've been procastinating. :rolleyes:

Cherie

I have a lot of dreams about the house I grew up in...not always about the house, but the plot of the dreams are located at my old house.

I dont think I've had any dreams that I can remember about the 2nd house I lived in, but I have had some where I'm in the house I live in now. Most of the time tho, it's my old house.

I love the dreams that have my now deceased dog TinyMonsters in them...anything to see my big hairy Wookiee again. Since I started taking the C, the dreams I have of Tiny feel more real...like I can remember what his fur felt like.

Oh...and the occasional...ummm..."happy" dreams have been pretty entertaining too. :) (sorry if that's TMI.. :D )

I dream about work all the time. It's been 11 years since I had to quit and I still miss it.

Much of the time the dreams are quite pleasant, although they can get mixed up with other things (like trying to find a classroom at school).

I miss the hospital and the funeral home. My career in funeral service was short-lived but undoubtedly the most rewarding, which is probably why it dominates my dreams.

I don't know about you Doydie, but having been a caregiver as a career and as a mom I suspect losing that role prematurely or at the height of our career causes stress that borders on PTSD - hence our dreams.

Some of my dreams cause me to wake up laughing.

Another major dreamer here. During the years that were the worst of my dizziness and neuro symptoms--when I was trying to figure out what was going on and why the doctors were acting so incomprehensibly about it all--I had MANY very significant and symbolic dreams.

Cherie, your dream of the thread coming out your mouth is fascinating. The amazingly creative and clever symbolism that appears in our dreams is far beyond anything that my waking mind could ever imagine.

One of my strongest dreams came a day or two after my first (and last) visit to a psychologist, when I was trying to get up the courage to get a second neurological opinion after having been dismissed as a hypochondriac by the first one (after he'd originally made me think I had MS--thus my awful confusion).

In my dream, I parked a little outside a marked parking spot (as I had at the psychologist's office). I went to the parking meter and put in my five dollars (my actual co-pay amount) and it started giving me change, like at the laundromat.

But then instead of quarters, it began dispensing all kinds of odds and ends, like you'd find in a catch-all drawer in your kitchen--nuts and bolts, buttons, odd little pieces of all kinds of things, and it just kept pouring out of the machine, and I didn't know what to do with it all--where to put it, how to make sense of it. (These were my numerous and varied symptoms.)

Then the machine started putting out dozens of necklaces and strings of all kinds--beaded, fiber, metal--all hopelessly tangled up together (like my diagnostic situation).

The stuff just kept pouring out, and I just stood there unable to grasp and hold and make sense of it all. Then a woman standing near the machine (the psychologist, presumably, although in real life she didn't help me at all) gave me to understand that I had to just leave it there.

I turned around and saw a long line of people behind me (no doubt people waiting for their turn at the psychologist's or the neurologist's). In other words, I had to just walk away from it all. So I did.

I had many, many more such amazingly symbolic dreams at that time.

And later, during the first year or two that I was taking Strattera (a norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor), I dreamed ALL THE TIME at night, at least it felt that way. But not nightmares, and I still felt I slept well and awoke refreshed.

I dream ALL THE TIME about my old houses, especially my grandparents' home where we always went as children and where we lived when I was older.

I also have dreams about being in some house--either one I lived in, or some other one--where I'm going around finding all kinds of new rooms, ones I never knew about or ones I'd forgotten. I interpret this as me always finding new areas of knowledge and wonder in the world.

On the other hand, I also often dream about going around big houses and finding many doors and windows that I'd forgotten about and most importantly, forgotten to lock. I interpret this as meaning that there are many areas of my life where I've been negligent in getting important things done, such that bad things could get into my life.

Many of my dreams also have hilarious puns or wordplay involved in them. Like when my neurologist was in the giant bookstore with me, and I was buying a book about the Lewis and Clark Corps of Discovery (in other words, trying to discover what was wrong with me)--but my neurologist, standing in line with me, wasn't buying anything! :)

I LOVE my dreams.

Nancy T.

I was going through my journal looking for something, and I found something I had written back in January. I'd had a really odd dream, that something bad was happening world-wide and a very somber man's voice was saying "They obviously timed it to coincide with the Prague Uprising."

The weirdest part was that when I woke up, kind of agitated and befuddled (more so than usual), one of my first thoughts was that I didn't remember ANYTHING about the Prague Uprising, though I'm sure I studied about it back in high school (back before all the rest of you and Duane Eddy were born).

Maybe I fell asleep watching the History Channel??

Erin I remember a 'very memorable' dream I had pre MS. My husband and I had been at a marriage builders weekend workshop and we were back in our room . I started having some very erotic therapy and actuallly had to wake my husband up! Needless to say he was a little suprised but didn't mind being woke up. (The marriage workshop was all the dream. We have never been to one.)