I had the worst nightmare last night.
Some of you remember a post about me having a stillborn baby girl.
So beautiful.
Anyways, I had a dream last night that the world was being overtaken by primates. Sounds crazy but hang in there. Primates of all kinds. Orangutans, monkeys, chimps, gorillas, etc. they ran around screeching and destroying anything within reach. Meanwhile the sky was grey with only a few streetlights to reveal the streets. Before the “invasion†I was at home in bed with my boyfriend, very pregnant might I add, and proceeded to go into labor. The fastest and best labor in the world in my opinion. Maybe 10 seconds later here comes an adorable baby boy. But he didn’t want to breastfeed for some reason. Maybe my boobs weren’t enough for him.. pssh, men.
Well, all the tv channels were intercepted and some lady was telling us to immediately start to an evacuation route to some fence miles and miles away. We did as we were told. Everything outside of the apartment looked post-apocalyptic. People were scattered about wandering and wondering where to go. Every once in a while, it would sound like an elementary school loudspeaker with the lady from the news telling us where we should go. When people spotted monkeys, we had the choice to hide or fight. Mostly everyone would run for cover and wait till they finished destroying everything and moved on. People would hide in other peoples’ houses, grocery stores, warehouses and huddle till it got quiet. Then the trek continued. I spent some time with my little boy. Mostly just staring at him, other times I’d let him grab my finger and make *** *** noises. Y’know. The cute stuff.
It was everything I was waiting for with my little girl too. I guess that’s what made it so sad.
I had to leave my baby with another woman for a little. I don’t remember why but while I was gone, someone saw the monkeys coming. I hid as usual and after everything was over, I went straight for my baby. I saw him lying on a small sheet in the hiding spot and someone told me that the lady I left him with decided to smuggle him when he cried to avoid being caught.
There was more to the dream but that’s really the point. I remember a lot of it because I wrote most of what I could remember as soon as I woke up. It really disturbed me and had me in a depressed mood. Even though the baby wasn’t a girl like she was originally meant to be, it still conjured memories and had me frazzled when I finally opened my eyes. Sometimes I feel like these nightmares will last forever.
Does anyone know how to deal with this… its been a month and a week or 2 and still no better.
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The Launcher, 90mm Banana Passive, M2 is a man-portable, shoulder-fired, anti-primate weapon designed to subdue and pacify primates of all species and render their aggression inhibitors inoperable.
^Well, that’s what the Sergeant said anyway.
This is quite a dream you’ve had and dare I say it could make for an interesting screenplay or such. It is evident that the death of your stillborn child affects you greatly; my mother had a still birth to a little boy almost ten years ago, he is buried in a grave which bears only a last name. I honestly wouldn’t know how to effectively deal with these dreams, but writing them down and dissecting meaning from them is a good start to understanding them better. In my experience, they never go away, and become as much a part of life as our morning routine.
All I have for now, if you need any other advice, feel free to ask (I’m just hoping I’m addressing the right question is all). Have a good day nonetheless.
and they never go away???
thats the worst news i’ve heard all week
I dunno what kind of advice to give you here – whenever I have a nightmare (or rather, weird dreams) I just scratch my head and get some coffee. That sounds like a doozy of a dream to have, too. Have you had dreams with similar themes in the past? What aspect of the dream most bothered/disturbed you?
You’ve just gotta live with it. A recurring dream of mine has haunted me for the past three years; so much so that I often scratch when trying to distinguish it from either a dream or an actual event I lived through. Apologies for ruining your week.
i expected such news. all my nightmares now have dying babies in them. not the fat babies. the fresh out the giney loaf of bread sized babies.
probably because that was her size when i saw her