How can I get rid of my nightmares at last?

Question

I'm realy tired of watching whether that I get raped or robbed or chased to be killed... My nightmares keep worsening all the time and I don't know what to do. I remember most of the details when I wake up; these dreams occur almost on a daily basis, are so vivid and like complete long stories.The other night a part of what I saw was that a kind of a murderer had thrown me onto the floor face-down and was just ready to smash my waist with a thing he was holding and I was thinking to myself "Oh God don't let this happen because it will hurt in reality." Can you suggest me anything to handle this situation or is it not in my hands to do so?

I must add that it's been 2 years now I've been experiencing sleep paralysis which has scared the bejesus out of me although I know how it's scientifically explained.

Answer 1

think happy thoughts before you go to bed.

Answer 2

when i was a younger woman i'd have similar nightmares to this.
the older you get, the more you realise that you will actually get through, and theres not so much you need to worry about.
for me, taking medication has really helped me. i only take a tiny bit per day or every other day. it takes the edge off my anxiety.
i think its natural to feel this way, though when you worry about this kind of thing all the time, you need to recognise that it needs to be managed. i started to feel so much better. one day i woke up and just didnt feel that way anymore. once on top of the situation, it was amazing, like i felt so much freer, like i could feel more comfortable with everyday living.

go to your doctor, one you feel comfortable with, say you feel anxious a lot, having nightmares a lot, and would like some help with it. see what the doc says. if doc is no help, try to get some counselling, it neednt be expensive, sometimes you can get community counsellors who charge less, or even some psychology students.
also, maybe you're a sensitive person. the way i see it, if you werent this sensitive, you wouldnt be able to see all the beautiful things in life. i think if you try to translate your feelings into art it could also be helpful. if you notice the wonderful things in life closely, you will equally notice the terrible things.
hope you feel better soon.
take care.

Answer 3

Well Sweetie,

I recommend that you do the same thing as I did. I use4d to have these horrible dreams that went on for years and years. I was a nervous wreck. I was sure someone was going to pull down my clothes and do really bad things to me. I mean bad, bad things.

And this went on for a long time.

Until one day when I was down on my knees scrubbing the floor in my kitchen. You see, I have this linoleum flooring that goes from the back door, right past the sink and all, straight on into the parlor. I walk on that floor all the time and it just gets so nasty and dirty from all those foot marks. Anyhow, there I was scrubbing the floor by the sink and I sees this little teeny mouse in the crack between the sink and this gas stove I got. I was about to clobber that mouse real good with the metal bucket of wash water next to me when the mouse spoke to me. She said, "Mam, do you have bad dreams at night?" Well, dang, I was so startled by that mouse speaking to me in real live English and all that I put the bucket down and said, "Yeah." Well the mouse told me that she had bad dreams also. And, would you believe it, that mouse had been having bad dreams for a long, long time too.

Well, I'll just tell you, it wasn't long before we were telling each other about this and about that in our dreams and all. This mouse had worse stories to tell than I ever imagined. I mean they were just horrible nightmare stories. I don't know how that mouse slept at night with all those nasty, bad dreams. And, you know what? I finally just up and asked the mouse what she did to get rid of all those bad dreams. That mouse tipped its head to one side, squinted at me and slowly said, "I ate the lady that used to live here before you."

So, like I was saying, I have these bad dreams...

Answer 4

It might be as simple as a change of diet-certain foods contain chemicals which cause sleep disruption like coffee,tea, dairy products, anything with artificial additives or sugar. Don't eat anything like that before you go to bed. Also because you're having these nightmares constantly the stress and fear of having them is probably encouraging them even more so you have to learn to deal with the stress and try and go to bed calm rather than uptight and fearful.

Answer 5

Check out this website

www.eckankar.org

The easiest way for spirit to work with us is in our dreamstate. You can sign up to study dream discourses through this website without having to become a member of this religion. Dream study will provide insights and guidance and explanations for the kinds of experiences we have as individuals and ways to resolve them.

I have had many of these kinds of dreams and have resolved them with the help of the exercises and ideas that came from "spiritual exercises" and "quote of the day" as well as the discourses.

Good luck.

Answer 6

Try praying before you go to bed. Watch or read something sweet that makes you happy. Listening to soft music also relaxes the mind. Good luck and stay away from violent films something is bothering you and your subconscious has not let go up it.

Answer 7

I don't know what to say to you (being raped is my worst fear!).

I know that praying to our Lord Jesus Christ our savior has demonstrated that he can take whatever evil spirit may be in your subconscious...(I don't think that you are possessed) Just try talking to Jesus and he will send the Holy Spirit to release you of the burdon of this 'dream'.

Prayers and Blessings to you.

Answer 8

-Do not eat less than 3 hours prior to bedtime .
-Avoid watching anything upsetting on TV before going to bed .
-If you read before going to sleep , select happy reading .
-Try turning on some soft music to fall asleep with .
-Cut down on slasher movies .

Answer 9

i used to do that to you may need to talk to a therapist i know it sounds bad but it really helped me!!! you may have to be put on meds but i dont have anymore nightmares!

Answer 10

My brain is a hard-drive, like that on a computer and it is full to its capacity. By my best estimate, I have a forty-gigabyte internal drive, probably made by some third-world country. I try to free up space by deleting the painful and worthless memories of my youth, but I keep getting an error message saying that the information is “write protected.” So here I am, unable to get rid of the stuff that is slowing down my system and causing me to freeze and crash. Getting rid of the information etched into my brain is like trying to eradicate a virus. Every time I think I’ve been liberated, my problems come back ten fold.
The littlest things can trigger hours of flashbacks. Hearing a certain song on the radio, being in a small room with a small window or seeing a van full of kids. I can draw such accurate maps of places I’ve been at in the past that they could be used as blueprints. Not one day goes by without some sort of voluntary fantasy about how my past could have been better. I often spend valuable time replaying the events that have shaped my personality and ultimately have destroyed my life. I wish a thousand times that things could have gone differently. Deadlines pass, opportunities fly by and time slowly fades away, never to be replaced. I feel sorry for myself, kick myself and berate myself. But I stop. Because I know that things have happened and they can’t be changed. But that doesn’t change the way I still feel inside. Hurt, confused and let down. I will always feel that things happened for the worse and not in my best interests. My mom let me down. The system let me down.

Why is my story any different from the next person? Because there were ample opportunities for the “people in control” to make things right. Sure, I had some responsibility for me being in the situation that I was in, but I couldn’t help everything. How could I? I was only thirteen at the time and had no voice in the matters that were presented to me. Out of shear frustration, I continued the same behaviors that got me in trouble in the first place. Trouble? No, this was not legal trouble. This was just misbehaving in the classroom and being defiant to my mom. I was out of control at times, usually in response to new medication regimens. I was emotionally disturbed, driven by countless events during my childhood compounded with a disjointed sense of being.

I just received a fresh batch of memories in the mail last week, the records from the Department of Family Services. I have gone through them, looking for the answer I’ve been waiting for. It is not there, just like the last two packages. A glimmer of hope here and there, but over all, it is damning to my spirit. Maybe I did deserve everything I got? No. I certainly did not!

I was mislabeled as a sex-offender by a treatment facility that failed to diagnose me properly. I was then sent through eighteen months of intensive sex offender treatment. The stories I had to listen to are burned into my mind. The emotional abuse of being accused and punished for denying something I never did cannot be repaired. My thought process has been permanently altered and my perception of what healthy relationships are has been demolished. I am so shy and ashamed of myself that I cannot even ask for a date. People often ask me if I’m gay and I of course tell them I’m not. And this is true. I don’t have a sexual preference. I have no desires to be involved in any relationships whether it is sexual or just a friend to go out and drink beer. It pains me because I know that one of the missing components in my life is my need to love and my need to be loved. I always feel like there is somebody watching me, making sure that I don’t do something I’m not supposed to do. My social life has slowly been improving. My recent venture into volunteering may be helping. But over all, things are the same today as they were ten years ago.

My nights are sleepless and miserable. I still cry myself to sleep, even after all these years. I have few things to look forward to anymore. I wake up each morning, wishing that I hadn’t. My days are filled with meaningless nonsense. The routine is getting old and boring. There are times when I don’t think I can make it anymore. Thoughts of suicide pop into my head, but I have attempted to end my life three times already with no success. I often spend the entire night on the Internet or with my word processor open, hoping to complete something of value. I trudge through each day in an attempt to fit in with the rest of the world. But I cannot fit in. My mind is not right. It hasn’t been right since I was born. But the long chain of events during my childhood, have caused irreversible damage to my mind, my emotions and to my self-esteem.

So, what now? This is a question I ask myself a dozen times everyday. How can I put the past behind me and continue on with my life? I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to. I don’t know if I can. It’s been seven years since I stopped taking medications. Since then, I refused to believe that I had any problems dealing with my past. I had resentment, but until now, I failed to realize that I was helpless. What happened to me is now crystal clear. I now know that symptoms I’ve had during my adult years are all related to PTSD, although most doctors would say I'm perfectly sane. The last five years of my childhood were extremely traumatic for me. Imagine seeing something as terrible as a plane crash every day for 1,800 days straight. That is the emotional impact that these treatment programs had on me.

It is time for me to get back in control of my life, even though I don’t think I’ve ever actually have control in the first place. Today is the day that I will see a psychiatrist and take the first steps to restoring my life. I will take whatever medications are suggested to me and will see a therapist. Soon, I will be truly freed from the bondage that has held me for all these years.