My dreams are becoming more complex. They are not scary, but they are so involved it is like watching a film. It is not like seeing snatches of scenes but whole segments of an ongoing story. It appears that I am weaving people, bits of television programs, reality and events into fantasy all involving myself into a nighttime world that I step into. I have caught trains, been in airport terminals, I have been pregnant, built houses, had adventures, travelled with friends and companions I have never known before, with my friends who bear no resemblance to their real selves, and all in 3D and colour!
The dreams are relentless each night, and sometimes leaves me mentally exhausted in the morning, without the ability to retain the memory of the details of them. I simply wake with my daily head pain, my brain stuffed full of mental activity, which by the time I have made a drink and taken my tablets and ease into the day, dissipates. But I know one day they won’t.
There is no real point in trying to work them out because they are garbled meanderings that have no meaning.
I know that they may get worse, and hope that they do not develop into nightmares, common with some types of Dementia.
The problem with dreams is that as the disease progresses they become mixed up with reality. I have had odd flashes of thinking of something and wondering whether it was real or did I dream it? Did I talk about that to someone? Did they tell me? I don’t want the day to come when I am awake and the dreams are still real. I mean that the people in my dreams are there in my waking, or the events in my dreams are part of the reality during the day. When the day comes when someone starts arguing with me that what I have just told them is not real it will be sad.
So just don’t argue with me, I want to say now, my reality is not the same as yours okay!