[Guest]

Can our dreams cause our distrust of reality? My dreams have always been vivid, and I have had a couple lucid dreams (or so I believe). The other night I dreamt that my girlfriend had died and I was depressed and suicidal. I then told myself that it was all a dream but in my dream I told myself that it was real. I went about the rest of the dream completly forgeting the possibility that it might be a dream. At this point it was completely real. Then, I woke up. This has happened on many occassions and each time I lose more and more trust with what is real. In my dreams I have a past... I can remember thinking of my past. I feel pain, sadness, fear. I also have a sense of time.

I don't really know the purpose of this post but has anyone else felt this way about dreams? There is no way to distinguish dream from reality for me :roll: I guess I wonder if this could be making me feel dp/dr more severly.

 

[Martinelv]

I can kind of relate, in a way. I've never confused dreams with reality, but I have a certain dream on such a regular basis now, that sometimes (only sometimes) I toy with the idea of whether this dream is actually a distorted replay of something that has happened in my life, but I can't remember during waking consciousness.

 

[moonDust]

i would write this post here long before if my english was good enough.

"living in a dream" now has two meanings for me, reality feels like a dream, and dreams feels like a reality.

 

[Kelson12]

I don't really have nightmares, but my dreams are very vivid and very realistic. I sometimes will stop in the middle of the day and think, "Wait, did that happen in my dream or did that really happen in real life??" Plus when I have really vivid dreams it makes me feel very tired and not rested when I wake up in the morning. No matter if I get 8 hours of sleep, if my dreams are vivid, it's like I never slept.

 

[Martinelv]

I sometimes will stop in the middle of the day and think, "Wait, did that happen in my dream or did that really happen in real life??"

Yeah, that happens to me from time to time. Usually when I hear a police siren and I think, shit - did I really kill my wife and bury her under the patio, or was it just a wonderful dream.