Tide, traveler and toddop
I think my dreamlife is becoming less crazy as I reach a steadier point in my recovery. Dreamlife seems to have been a statement of my inner emotional life from memories. I think most of my dreams were not remembered.
For a long time (years) I dreamed of taking a train (or elevated tram) with tracks crisscrossing one another on different levels. I didn't know which train to get on. I had trouble getting tickets. Trains were coming and going in a terribly puzzling way. They would go at freightening speed. I would sometimes board a train and realize it was going to the wrong destination or possibly on collision course with another train. Or I would not be able to connect with another train for a different destination, etc. There were lots of trains but no people.
Another repetitious dream I used to have involved staying in lodging in a vacation spot. One of that series of dreams involved staying in some sort of a small cabin, such as the 3 little pigs or little red riding hood might stay in. I was always alone. Yet there were other cabins, some with people in them. I would awaken (in the dream) and the small cabins would shuffle as in a shell game. I was trying to go to the main cabin (perhaps for breakfast) and the people would disappear.
I talk about a more recent dream in this post:http://www.malesurvivor.org/board/ubbthr...1951#Post441951
But this one seems exceptional in my dreamlife in that it's not crazy and messed up. This dream seems to be a preview to something I'm trying to remember.