Yikes! That's a dream I'd be happy never to experience again…
What a terrifying dream I had last night. It wasn’t scary because of evil monsters, or falling off of tall buildings, or even being swarmed by yucky bugs.
No… My dream was about me suffering from Dementia. Seriously, who dreams about having Dementia? It’s was horrible. I even had a few lucid moments to contemplate how scary losing my mind and suffering from a total state of confusion would be, during my nightmare.
Now, I can perhaps imagine what people feel like when they don’t recognize their own family members. It’s not the benign confusion as I’d previously thought when I’ve seen family members dealing with Alzheimer’s, but rather a sense of panic and utter disarray of life that your mind takes on when nothing makes sense. How horrific!
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When I was in high school the Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka stories were all over the papers. Probably influenced by news snippets I had a dream about being kidnapped by them. Truly, truly horrifying.
bad dreams are nasty as they can leave you with an ooky feeling all day long. I keep having dreams about losing my apartment (I have it so good here with cheap rent & the world’s greatest building manager), like it burns down, or the rent doubles etc….
I hope you have some better dreams.
wow. chilling. You know, I always figured dementia/alzheimer’s was just a slow, gentle slipping away, and that the painful part was the moments of lucidity. Now, I wonder (and have no idea what the reality is). Makes me want to donate to an Alzheimer’s society.
You’ve hit one of my scary nerves. Anything involving dementia, zombies, losing one’s mind (insanity) scares me a lot more than physical loss.
However, I have to admit, the story I saw the other night on the news where a guy with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease) where he was slowly but steadily losing the ability to move each of his muscles, kind of like Socrates drinking hemlock, but in slow motion – that got to me, too.
Geez, here we are, scaring the crap out of each other, and there’s no campfire involved. Get thee to a beach! Oh, yeah, I think you’re taking care of that.
I feel your pain, T. I’ve had the same dream.
The benign confusion comes later in the affliction, with the panic happening during the earlier stages. But it does get to a point where the true person emerges, comparable to childhood.
But take heart in the knowledge that doing thing like crosswords and other puzzles helps delay onset of dementia and Alzheimer’s