Okay, withdrawl from Benzos sucks but the DREAMS are absolue horror-show! (and I kinda like horror movies )
When you were a kid, did you ever use a board & a fulcrum to "pitch" yourself a ball for practice hitting? I did. But this time it was small bunnies. Little critters wouldn't stay on the board long enough for me to pop 'em into the air. So, I'm chasing these bunnies around trying to catch them with a baseball bat in one hand. Interesting thing...I never tried to club the bunnies. I just wanted them for hitting like a baseball.
I am sooo at home with you fellows...LOL God being sober is great!! Your responses thru me off so I'm gonna laugh my butt off first and then offer AM just a tad of experience as a nightmarer for most of my life...Dreams ain't real...they're stories and tell me stuff about myself which I can decypher. Metaphors nother words for what I've been feeling and thinking. I'd like to hear what you come up with if you decypher your own.
I don't mind the crazy dreams. Today, however, I feel like a whole bucket of $hit. Super, super sensitive to the point where I'm hesitant to engage in conversation with anyone for fear of responding emotionally or irrationally. My boss pissed me off...but I don't know if I'm over-reacting or not. I'm doubting my thoughts and feelings. I am not well. I'll be okay.
Rob, sending many many ((((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))) your way today. I hope today is better. If it makes you feel any better, I am a raw nerve on some days. One moment (yesterday), I was happily doing some things for my beloved Al Anon aunt, cleaning out ehr garage and getting things ready for Goodwill pickup. The next I was darned near yelling at her when she hem-hawed over keeping old "sh!t" that both she and I know she will never EVER use.... (and thus I will later have to remove said Items in another session of garage cleaning...) but I was almost in tears I was so aggravated. It was not fair to her. But I kept most fo what I WANTED to do/say inside, and thus was like a pressure cooker. I apologized to her for being cranky, and she genuinely did not think I was being cranky at all. (???)
When I got home, I let out a big primal growl and took good care of myself, getting to bed at a decent hour.
All this reply aims to acheive is to let you know that you are NOT alone. I suffer too. I am irrational as hell. And I know your brand of irrationality is compounded by benzo withdrawal.... so I will say this:
CONGRATULATIONS ROB, you are DOING IT!! You are kicking benzos, no matter what it takes.
And this too shall pass, you have better believe it!!!
((((((((hugs)))))))) Joni
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I have always had strange dreams, and in the month of August they become particularly complex, lengthy, and easier to remember. This year is no exception. Last night I heard the dog scratching at the door, and my mind translated that to him walking on the ceiling and leaving "giraffe spots". A couple days ago I dreamed I was getting ready to go fly somewhere on an airplane, except the plane was as big as the whole airport terminal and it had stores and wide aisles and all that stuff. We're just getting started. I've probably related a few dreams here already, and they probably all happened in the month of August.
I had a drinking dream last night, weird thing about it was that I predicted it in advance to myself. I was hosting karaoke, and the bartender asked me to sing "Toes". I figured, what the hell. Of course the song is all about drinking. When I got to the part that says "Someone do me a favor and pour me some Jager, and I'll grab my guitar and play", I changed the words to "Some do me a favor, don't pour me any Jager, 'cause you don't know what the ****'s gonna happen after that." When I got done singing the song, I thought, "Now I'm gonna have a drunk dream tonight" and sure enough I did. Although I didn't actually drink in the dream - for some reason I swished some beer around in my mouth and spat it out, and then followed that up by doing the same thing with some wine "to take the bad taste away". lol the mind is a fascinating thing, awake or sleeping.
-- Edited by FlyingSquirrel on Wednesday 4th of August 2010 04:14:39 PM