Some of you might find this of interest.
I found myself in a very immersive dream, probably somewhere around 2 or 3 a.m. on a night not long ago.
The dream was very much like a movie in which I was a first-person narrator.
As I recall, I had infiltrated a strange religious cult along with one other reporter. I remember walking through a group of flower-child types who were off in their own worlds, with an occasional hard character with a predator’s gaze, probably the flock’s keepers.
I have no recollection of why we were involved in an undercover investigation of this cult, but I felt vulnerable and a bit worried as we collected observations.
At some point, I was talking to a couple of cult members, and one showed me a flyer challenging some of the cult’s primary beliefs. I pretended to be shocked, but it was something we had written and dropped around in an attempt to cause some disruption of internal discipline.
Seeing the flyer made me realize that they were looking for the source, and decided it was time to get out.
I recall strolling over to the back exit, where it was necessary to go through a small obstacle course before leaving. I managed that task and tried to look casual as I walked away from the property, but within a minute or so I started running to get as far away as possible.
I found myself running parallel to a low berm to my left, away from that exit.
Then I noticed one of those predator-types running off to my right, cutting across the field that separated us as he tried to intercept me. He soon caught up and to evade him I threw my body to the side, over that berm.
And BAM.
It was a rude, startling, and somewhat painful awakening as I found myself stretched full length on the hard wood floor on the side of our bed where I had fallen.
I landed along my right side, right arm, elbow, and shoulder, and right knee, but then rolled over flat on my back as my brain caught up with my situation. A few deep breaths and I began a quick assessment. Lots of parts were sore, but nothing seemed broken. Meda was now awake and also assessing my situation.
Luckily, after a minute or two of self-assessment, I was able to sit up, get up on one knee, and then stand, before getting back into bed and going back to sleep.
Part of this is our own fault. During our entire marriage 55+ years of marriage, we have shared a double bed. Right. Not King, not Queen. A plain old double bed, usually shared with a cat or two, pushing the two of us to the sides.
Is that what they term “living on the edge”?
I’m not sure what psychological term applies to this crossover between dream and reality, where parts of the dream “break out” into real world movements.
Yes, I searched online. Most descriptions say there is usually no memory of the content of the dream. In my case, the opposite. A clear memory.
As far as I know, this was the first time I entered this particular space.
Now when I feel myself entering a similar deep sleep dream state, I try to escape toward the surface of consciousness, just in case.
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First thing I read this morning. I got a good laugh. Mahalo for making my morning. I hope you are invited to be a guest speaker at various institutions on ourpae aina , you have so much knowledge and stories to share. He l? kupaianaha i? ?oe e Ian!
Something similar has happened to me – not once but three times. I learn slowly. Now I pull a chair up close to my bed to disrupt my actions.
The dreams have continued; I only remember fragments. They always relate to previous stressful episodes in my life.
Have not fallen since, as the chair guards my exit.
Good luck.
In our dreams, and even in life we must live with an intermingling of what is real and what is subconscious fantasy, yet a hard landing on a wood floor reminds us that some things are refreshingly real.
Nice dream!
Possibly drug induced. Any new drugs lately? Or even a few days ago?
It is more common for people to remember the content of dreams, so not sure where you got your info
Also since you can’t afford to fall like this hopefully you’ll get a bigger bed.
Read about every drug you are taking, on drugs dot com and this is listed in the “seldom side effect” area.
My husband has these kinds of dreams all the time (without the physical aspect) and he remembers them vividly and often the “worst part” wakes him up ….the addition of the motor part of your brain to the dream activity has a name but I can’t remember it.
Try to not let it alter your sleep hygiene/habits because actually you can’t control these deep unconscious states and dreaming is not bad for you ….figure out what is causing this change because perhaps another drug can substitute
Carol
I’m glad you’re no worse for the wear of the fall, Ian.
I was sore for several days, but no serious damage.
Well it occurred to me that a fall like that could have broken your hip, but maybe I’m being a little too dramatic. I’m so happy you guys are on your way home today and praying that next steps are not too complicated. A hui hou and malamo pono, Becca
I’ve always been plagued by this condition since my teens.
Somehow my brain isn’t communicating to my body that I’m dreaming and that it shouldn’t trigger an actual physical response.
I’ve clobbered my partner numerous times(15?) over 40yrs. No broken bones or bruises just a startling interruption of our sleep.
Naturally, she was never amused by this, but still remains beside me when it’s time for bed.
She’s, most definitely, a keeper.
How about a King Size bed!
We do have one. But my aim is unerring, even in sleep.
So, she still gets hit with friendly fire, nonetheless!
It’s good to try to write down our dreams, when we can. They have much to teach us. I notice my dream phase seems to be the time of most restorative sleep, and often feel most well-rested upon waking.