Gandalf_The_Grey
08-09-2007, 03:26 PM
So over the last month or so I was feeling really burdened by some very heavy stressors in my life. Basically I was waking up in the middle of every night with panic attacks, having them in the day too, just on the verge of outright nervous breakdown.
But over the last week, through some daily meditation/contemplation and a few epiphanies on how to fix what's wrong with me, I've really gotten my shit together. Haven't had a panic attack for almost a week, maintained a possitive attitude, getting things accomplished all over the place like a bad mofugga.
Yesterday I really got some important things accomplished, things that have weighed the most heavily on my mind.
now here's the crazy part;
So I just woke up 15 minutes ago from the most intense dream, but it was more than any dream. Hear me out, this is some cool shiznat.
I was dreaming that I was dying. I was moving around perfectly, I was young physically, but I knew I was old and it was my last day on Earth. Most of the dream was just getting my affairs in order, but it's the end that's important.
At the end I came to my old house I lived in as a kid. I went into the basement and found an old trapdoor in the wall that used to be there; but it was locked. Somehow, I knew it was incredibly important that I open this trapdoor.
So at first I had to brush away some extremely thick cobwebs to get to the latch. When I opened the latch there was another latch underneat it, and I could hear music quietly coming from behind the door (which I now know was Slayer's "FleshStorm"). When I went to open the second latch, an eye looked at me from behind a small hole within the latch and I was hit by overwhelming fear. But I knew this was too important and my fear had to overcome.
I opened the second latch and the music got louder as I revealed the third. My body was overcome by horrible pain, the same pain that's burdened me for 5 years and was troubling my mind so heavily. I had the most intense fear, fear so bad I wanted so bad to run like hell. Suddenly every other thing I've been dealing with was behind that door. Despite overwhelming terror at this point, it was too important not to open this door. I opened the final latch and all this compressed air that I knew carried all my fears, came flying out and disapated into nothingness. The fear completely disipated with it and I woke up with a blast of adrenaline, yet a sense of total calm and clarity. And I gotta say right now I feel like I can take on anything.
That was more than a dream in my opinion, and I'm glad I had it.
But over the last week, through some daily meditation/contemplation and a few epiphanies on how to fix what's wrong with me, I've really gotten my shit together. Haven't had a panic attack for almost a week, maintained a possitive attitude, getting things accomplished all over the place like a bad mofugga.
Yesterday I really got some important things accomplished, things that have weighed the most heavily on my mind.
now here's the crazy part;
So I just woke up 15 minutes ago from the most intense dream, but it was more than any dream. Hear me out, this is some cool shiznat.
I was dreaming that I was dying. I was moving around perfectly, I was young physically, but I knew I was old and it was my last day on Earth. Most of the dream was just getting my affairs in order, but it's the end that's important.
At the end I came to my old house I lived in as a kid. I went into the basement and found an old trapdoor in the wall that used to be there; but it was locked. Somehow, I knew it was incredibly important that I open this trapdoor.
So at first I had to brush away some extremely thick cobwebs to get to the latch. When I opened the latch there was another latch underneat it, and I could hear music quietly coming from behind the door (which I now know was Slayer's "FleshStorm"). When I went to open the second latch, an eye looked at me from behind a small hole within the latch and I was hit by overwhelming fear. But I knew this was too important and my fear had to overcome.
I opened the second latch and the music got louder as I revealed the third. My body was overcome by horrible pain, the same pain that's burdened me for 5 years and was troubling my mind so heavily. I had the most intense fear, fear so bad I wanted so bad to run like hell. Suddenly every other thing I've been dealing with was behind that door. Despite overwhelming terror at this point, it was too important not to open this door. I opened the final latch and all this compressed air that I knew carried all my fears, came flying out and disapated into nothingness. The fear completely disipated with it and I woke up with a blast of adrenaline, yet a sense of total calm and clarity. And I gotta say right now I feel like I can take on anything.
That was more than a dream in my opinion, and I'm glad I had it.