I had a dream

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The Grinch said:
I attempted to do a dream journal on here.

I recorded one dream, I think.... I did not keep on top of it. It's hard to keep on top of that sort of thing anyway.

As for your bed-frame... I think mine is similar to how you describe, so I feel that pain. :O I always fear that if I roll off my pillow / my pillow flattens, my head might sink into the mattress, and then I might sink underneath the metal bars and get choked / at least feel pain.

I exaggerate when I say 'I always fear', as I never go to bed thinking about this, but I sometimes wonder if it could happen.
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I remember that thread :hmmm: I think you should revive it. I would keep mine hand written but theres many dreams that i fund quite humouous i would love somewhere to post, rather than making a new thread for them. Always funny to hear about what other people dream up aswell =p
And thankfully i no longer have that bed, that was back when i musta been 16 ish as i was living in the old flat in town. My current bed is in bad shape though. I need a new bed and mattress but i would rather spend £300-£500 on just about anything else :ness:
 
Emmy the Great said:
When you're dreaming you are convinced you are living an entirely different like for 8 hours in real time and god knows how long in your mind, why would I want that?
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It can be a form of escape for those with a hard life. It's also just plain awesome! :D
 
Sleeping the days away as much as you would like to isnt a proper form of treatment for people with depression. If anything it makes them worse. Its something you have to approach head on. Hiding from reality doesnt help.
 
Then they have a nightmare where they are wrongly convicted of murder and live out a thirty year prison sentence all in their head, lovely. You can find an escape in a book, a film, a hobby, or anything other than going catatonic and hallucinating vividly for a few hours
 
Yah, well... I dreamed a dream in times gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid and dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung. No wine untasted. But the tigers come at night. With their voices soft as thunder. As they tear your hope apart, and they turn your dream to shame. He slept a summer by my side. He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride. But he was gone when autumn came, and still I dream he'll come to me. That we'll live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living, so different now from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
 
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