I've come to realise this last few days that I don't think I have ever had a happy dream.
Since I've realised this I can't seem to shake it out of my mind, but looking back all my dreams are anxiety lead.
From holidays, to fair rides, walking around a home, work place .... no matter what, even if it sexual, its still filled with fear of some kind, time is always a problem, im always pressed for time, trying to get to work and lose my way, knowing someone is annoyed with me, trying to be assertive and my words are actions are unheard or felt,
The ride I am on is dangerous or the ground is falling away, or too steep to safely climb even though other people are doing it without a problem
I'm longing for a nice dream now, but it never happens
Since I've realised this I can't seem to shake it out of my mind, but looking back all my dreams are anxiety lead.
From holidays, to fair rides, walking around a home, work place .... no matter what, even if it sexual, its still filled with fear of some kind, time is always a problem, im always pressed for time, trying to get to work and lose my way, knowing someone is annoyed with me, trying to be assertive and my words are actions are unheard or felt,
The ride I am on is dangerous or the ground is falling away, or too steep to safely climb even though other people are doing it without a problem
I'm longing for a nice dream now, but it never happens