Post by gruntal on Sept 17, 2016 0:56:49 GMT
At one of my local meetings I observed a some what enigmatic discrepancy of why I have so many recurring dreams of claustrophobia when I had no problems crawling under my old house - on my hands and knees - to service the plumbing and heating and even installing phone lines stapled to the foundation studs. Imagine being under a 1920's wood framed house in prime earthquake country! But as to my dreams I just assumed I was entombed in some ancient Egyptian pyramid in the past. The best answer I received "from the beyond" was that in some past life I was buried alive in a snow drift.
Wait a minute! What is this? What EXACTLY do my nightmares involve and what is just my imagination? I never dream of pounding on the walls wanting to get out - I never dream of drowning. Ditto to being strangled much less having my head chopped off. In real life no matter how cold it is outside I open the window at night and turn on the window fan. I use a CPAP machine and extra oxygen from a concentrator. My sleeping room must have the freshest air on the planet. The only perennial is during these nightmares I am running our of air and I can not move to a place more amenable to my health.
That is the problem with asking specifics. Well cats are frightened of cucumbers. Most people are at least wary of snakes. But asking things in detail implies you just know that is the problem and the answer. Like the proverbial commercial of the patient asking his psychiatrist why he has a reaction to the color yellow. Is the problem some color ? I am suspecting that is more just an example of the " Mandela Effect".
I am not afraid of snow. I don't seem to have lost my sense of adventure. I don't necessarily avoid tight places. It wasn't claustrophobia after all. I just dreaded running out of air. Now I think I know in ways I never thought to ask before.
Wait a minute! What is this? What EXACTLY do my nightmares involve and what is just my imagination? I never dream of pounding on the walls wanting to get out - I never dream of drowning. Ditto to being strangled much less having my head chopped off. In real life no matter how cold it is outside I open the window at night and turn on the window fan. I use a CPAP machine and extra oxygen from a concentrator. My sleeping room must have the freshest air on the planet. The only perennial is during these nightmares I am running our of air and I can not move to a place more amenable to my health.
That is the problem with asking specifics. Well cats are frightened of cucumbers. Most people are at least wary of snakes. But asking things in detail implies you just know that is the problem and the answer. Like the proverbial commercial of the patient asking his psychiatrist why he has a reaction to the color yellow. Is the problem some color ? I am suspecting that is more just an example of the " Mandela Effect".
I am not afraid of snow. I don't seem to have lost my sense of adventure. I don't necessarily avoid tight places. It wasn't claustrophobia after all. I just dreaded running out of air. Now I think I know in ways I never thought to ask before.
