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A Dream Within A Dream Is Nothing But A Cloud

by @amanda-shelton

Sticky needles poking my feet a reminder I am running around the forest in my favorite par of socks. A dream is nothing more than a whisper of possibilities of reality but untouchable. I never wear socks and the forest is a dream away, this is how I knew it was a dream. I never stay away for long for the clouds of reality hang low above my head it rains before I open the door. Dreams are nothing more then wishing wells full of unbelievable things. © 2019 By Amanda Shelton
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amanda-shelton
44 / F / California USA
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Written by
amanda-shelton
44 / F / California USA
Published
Jul 30, 2019
Time
2m
Notes

I have a rare condition that causes me to have problems being able to dream and go into deep sleep. It's called rem sleep when you go to deep sleep. Normal people have rapid eye movements in deep sleep, I do not. Sometimes this causes me to sleep walk but I remember doing it. I use to draw pictures of my experiences. I call it dream walking because I am walking in my sleep but I am also dreaming about reality. What's horrible about it is that in my sleep I don't suffer from dystonia so I don't have problems walking and moving. I wish it was real because I want to be able to move around like before. I am learning how to cope with it again. I had brain surgery in 2010 to put a deep brain stimulator into my brain so I can move. I had three years of freedom before it was stolen from me once again. Now I am sicker than I was before the brain surgery. It's not caused by the dystonia though. I didn't know I have genetic issues that show up after 29 years. The poor doctor's do their best to help me. They don't know everything. I am actually teaching them about rare occasions and how to treat them. I don't mind being a test patient. I made the decision a long time ago. My mom helped me. Now if the doctors need someone to help them understand something I am the one who they ask questions to. I have helped others over the years. I am proud of myself.

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