My daughter about 8 years old got in a car to drive somewhere to help me. In real life she is 38!

I don’t remember the rest of it but it was strange dreaming about her being a kid and drving.

they're weird but not actual nightmares.

I wake up feeling relieved that they were only dreams, but also like I really didn't sleep very well. Just very stressful.

Mostly I'm swinging my fists desperately trying to punch this talking yam as hard as I can, but I can never connect and knock it's block off like I desperately want to.

I furiously masturbate to distract myself.

But still, probably better than drinking it away.

This entire experience has become surreal and a waking, lucid nightmare or sorts.
I can only imagine what ER staff and especially Nurses and CNAs, friends, co-workers and colleagues of my wife, are experiencing for hours on end EVERY day in geriatric care.

It is the most constant horror that I have known...just another reason that the "war on terror" was such a hideous desensitization for the nation - hiding the true costs and horrors of decades of war on civilians and innocents and sacrificing so many of our own in the process was sanitized and hidden from us.

In a small way I can't help but feel some of the visceral nature of COVID-19, of knowing nurses and people who are seriously damaged and traumatized way beyond what I am experiencing in a tiny way is some kind of karmic retribution or penance to be paid.

The only good I have felt has come from the amazing stories of persistence and fighting on that we have seen.
To those fighting, we own them a better future, a victory for their sacrifice and struggle. We must find a way to bring sanity to the insane and compassion to those consumed by greed and profits over people. I only wish I knew better how to get there or bring others along to it...

I seem to mostly dream about things that I recently experienced in the real world, often mixed together in odd ways, and my personal life has indeed been pretty boring lately.

A few weeks ago, however, I had a nightmare about living with my ex-wife during this pandemic. She was unable to entertain herself in the real world, and she behaved the same way in the dream — constantly complaining about boredom, wanting to socialize with lots of friends, etc.

I suspect that I had the dream after reading some online complaints, the previous day, about family life during the pandemic.

I am definitely waking up violently, in terror, far more often than I used to. Used to be that happened a few times a year. Now it's a few times a week.

About 80% of my dreams I am sort of aware that I am dreaming. In "nightmares" I attack or join the "threat" because I know it won't hurt or kill anything.
It is really entertaining.

Monsters, ghosts, vicious wild animals, bad men trying to kill me. Vivid colors. The last one wasn't me that died, unusually, but a guy walking backward who fell off a cliff. When he hit the ground he jumped up and said, "Hey, I'm okay." Then dropped dead. And people took his bloody body up to the cliff and threw it off AGAIN.

I've never had so many scary dreams. Thinking of all the worst case scenarios of this pandemic and Trump, it's too much like living in a disaster/horror movie.

Including the nightmares

It's not just me.

bothersome and continual it is probably worth mentioning to your doctor.

and a few about Covid over the past month or so.

But by and large the real nightmare starts once I wake up and realize I'm still stranded on Planet Stupid in the middle of a pandemic.

Bleak. Trapped. Nightmare.

But, there's always DU to lighten things up.

in vivid and often disturbing dreams during this pandemic.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/api.nationalgeographic.com/distribution/public/amp/science/2020/04/coronavirus-pandemic-is-giving-people-vivid-unusual-dreams-here-is-why

Last night. They were about the age I am now. It wasn't upsetting... just kind of moody. Very detailed and long dreams are unusual for me.

ladybugs in the house this spring. I've been having ladybug roundups, sweeping them into a jar with an art brush and releasing them outside. The dream was the return of giant ladybugs occupying every surface. I swear I don't drink. LOL.