Martha H
02-23-2006, 10:16 AM
In my dreams early this morning I had Alzheimers. It was so scary. I was somewhere with my daughter Jenny and couldn't figure out where. I couldn't find the bathroom. Suddenly I was getting my hair cut. Later Jenny was annoyed because I didn't get back to where we were supposed to meet and she had to send H (separated husband!) to look for me. Then someone asked me if I went to XXX church. I said no, I go to .. and couldn't think of it. Then I said, yes, I go to J S's church, but I couldn't think of the name. Then I said, no that's not right, I moved to Glen Cove and now go to a big church there. I couldn't think of the name. (I do not live in Glen Cove, never did!!!)
I sounded like Mom, making things up as I went along. Scary. I got a glimpse into the fear such a person must go through when having to talk to people, go somewhere alone, etc. Glad Mom is in a safe warm place, and doesn't have to find her way or remember a meeting place or find the bathroom on her own. When I woke up I said CF of course (church) and then realized it was all a dream and I am (still) rational ... a good lesson.
Love,
Martha
I sounded like Mom, making things up as I went along. Scary. I got a glimpse into the fear such a person must go through when having to talk to people, go somewhere alone, etc. Glad Mom is in a safe warm place, and doesn't have to find her way or remember a meeting place or find the bathroom on her own. When I woke up I said CF of course (church) and then realized it was all a dream and I am (still) rational ... a good lesson.
Love,
Martha
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janeslk
02-23-2006, 11:02 AM
When I saw the title of your post I thought it was going to about dreams of AD patients. We visited my FIL yesterday in his AD unit and he immediately told us there had been a murder in the town. We darted a quick glance at the aide and she shook her head. We expressed our horror at the "murder" and then started talking about other things. In a few minutes, my FIL said we should probably walk through the town since there had been a murder. We agreed that we probably should do that and changed the subject. This is the first time he has come up with something this off the wall and I wonder if it is the switch in medication that is causing this delusion.
On a lighter note, he was carrying around a little flashlight, flicking it on and off. I asked him if he remembered telling me years ago that when you have boys and flashlights in the same house you will never have a flashlight that works. He smiled and said he remembered the joke, but didn't remember telling it to me. He seemed much calmer yesterday, murder or not, so it was a good day.
Speaking of dreams, I notice that when I take certain supplements before going to bed I have some wild, vivid dreams.
Jane
On a lighter note, he was carrying around a little flashlight, flicking it on and off. I asked him if he remembered telling me years ago that when you have boys and flashlights in the same house you will never have a flashlight that works. He smiled and said he remembered the joke, but didn't remember telling it to me. He seemed much calmer yesterday, murder or not, so it was a good day.
Speaking of dreams, I notice that when I take certain supplements before going to bed I have some wild, vivid dreams.
Jane
BarbaraH
02-23-2006, 11:11 AM
Yikes! That is enlightening but disconcerting.
I've been looking at quilt books lately in thinking of a new project and then dream quilt blocks and colorful fabrics! I recommend that! Get out your embroidery or knitting and do that before bed to tune in to better dreams!!
Hugs - Barbara :)
I've been looking at quilt books lately in thinking of a new project and then dream quilt blocks and colorful fabrics! I recommend that! Get out your embroidery or knitting and do that before bed to tune in to better dreams!!
Hugs - Barbara :)
Sandyspen
02-23-2006, 11:50 AM
That's a good idea, Barbara.
I heard a guy on TV say that dreams are your subconscious mind trying to resolve issues that your conscious mind couldn't resolve during the day.
I worked for Microsoft for years before doing Ebay fulltime. I think every night that I worked as support engineer, I had nightmares! Always the same nightmare. The customer had a problem with his computer that I could NOT fix!
Now, of course, my dreams are about buyers who purchase an item that I no longer have! Yikes!
I should crochet a little before going to bed! I'm gonna try it!
I heard a guy on TV say that dreams are your subconscious mind trying to resolve issues that your conscious mind couldn't resolve during the day.
I worked for Microsoft for years before doing Ebay fulltime. I think every night that I worked as support engineer, I had nightmares! Always the same nightmare. The customer had a problem with his computer that I could NOT fix!
Now, of course, my dreams are about buyers who purchase an item that I no longer have! Yikes!
I should crochet a little before going to bed! I'm gonna try it!
LuvMyLilDoggie
02-23-2006, 12:27 PM
I'm trying to think of that dream I had and posted to you all about. I don't remember where I posted it and I can't remember the dream! I remember what it left me feeling like though.:eek:
Basically, it was the same as yours, Martha (different names and places, of course). But the feeling was the same. It was scary and it seemed SO real! If I never have another dream like that, it'll be too soon.
Love, Barb
Basically, it was the same as yours, Martha (different names and places, of course). But the feeling was the same. It was scary and it seemed SO real! If I never have another dream like that, it'll be too soon.
Love, Barb
needtoescape
02-23-2006, 01:22 PM
Barb,
Didn't the dream involve you being in a mall type of area with escalators going up and down and you were lost?
Didn't the dream involve you being in a mall type of area with escalators going up and down and you were lost?
needtoescape
02-23-2006, 01:27 PM
I found your post... Here is the part about the dream:
Now to the dream I had last night.
I dreamed that I was in Tennessee near where my aunt (who I was very close to and who also has dementia) lives. In my dream, I was sent to a building for something. Turns out the building was some type of a very strange mall. Inside was kind of dark. There were very few stores on each level (about 2 or 3). To get through the mall, I had to go up a couple of flights of stairs where there were a few more stores. I was looking for something in particular but I didn't know what I was supposed to get. I didn't even know who had sent me there. So I looked through the stores hoping to see something that looked familiar and would jog my memory so that I would remember what I was there to get. But the more I looked, the more confused I got.
There was no way out of the mall except to go back where I came in at or go to the other side of the mall. Since I hadn't found whatever it was I was sent there for, I decided to move forward.
There was a one set of stairs ahead of me that went down to a level I had not been to previously. Once I got on that level, there was another flight of stairs going up. So all the way through this mall, I was going up a couple of flights, down a flight or two, up a few flights, down a flight or two. This continued on throughout the dream. In the meantime, I met a woman the same height and size as my aunt but she was younger than her. She led me through this maze of a mall talking to me all the time. I knew the words she was saying but I didn't understand anything she was talking about. I thought she was just talking too much for me to remember.
We finally got to the other side of the mall. There was a steel floor with a slight incline we had to walk up. The end of the steel floor was rounded. The woman (who looked like my aunt but wasn't) began walking past the rounded edge talking the whole time. I peeked to where she was walking as she was going down. It turned out that the steel floor had not ended as I thought. It went down, almost straight down! And the woman was WALKING down this thing! As I contemplated whether or not to follow, I heard a male voice from behind me. It was the voice of an aquaintence of mine saying "Barb, you've got to put the pads on your shoes". He was saying this as I started to go down. It was too late. I had already started to fall. Of course I woke up at that point.
In that dream, I think I could somewhat understand what goes on in the mind of a person with dementia. I knew what the buildiing was. I knew it was a mall although to me, it resembled something between Gothic City and outer space. I knew stores were in there where you could purchase things. But I didn't know who sent me there and for what. I knew they told me but I just didn't remember.
I was confused. But when I didn't know what was happening, I wasn't afraid. I didn't understand that there could be something to fear. I was okay in my moments of clarity. It was when the clarity started to fade that the fear came. But once the clarity was gone (when I woke up), I was at peace.
Moral of the story: Although seeing our loved one losing more and more of their "clarity" is extremely painful to us, maybe it's best for them. They forget to be afraid.
Love, Barb
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Last edited by Bosmom : 01-07-2006 at 03:33 PM.
Now to the dream I had last night.
I dreamed that I was in Tennessee near where my aunt (who I was very close to and who also has dementia) lives. In my dream, I was sent to a building for something. Turns out the building was some type of a very strange mall. Inside was kind of dark. There were very few stores on each level (about 2 or 3). To get through the mall, I had to go up a couple of flights of stairs where there were a few more stores. I was looking for something in particular but I didn't know what I was supposed to get. I didn't even know who had sent me there. So I looked through the stores hoping to see something that looked familiar and would jog my memory so that I would remember what I was there to get. But the more I looked, the more confused I got.
There was no way out of the mall except to go back where I came in at or go to the other side of the mall. Since I hadn't found whatever it was I was sent there for, I decided to move forward.
There was a one set of stairs ahead of me that went down to a level I had not been to previously. Once I got on that level, there was another flight of stairs going up. So all the way through this mall, I was going up a couple of flights, down a flight or two, up a few flights, down a flight or two. This continued on throughout the dream. In the meantime, I met a woman the same height and size as my aunt but she was younger than her. She led me through this maze of a mall talking to me all the time. I knew the words she was saying but I didn't understand anything she was talking about. I thought she was just talking too much for me to remember.
We finally got to the other side of the mall. There was a steel floor with a slight incline we had to walk up. The end of the steel floor was rounded. The woman (who looked like my aunt but wasn't) began walking past the rounded edge talking the whole time. I peeked to where she was walking as she was going down. It turned out that the steel floor had not ended as I thought. It went down, almost straight down! And the woman was WALKING down this thing! As I contemplated whether or not to follow, I heard a male voice from behind me. It was the voice of an aquaintence of mine saying "Barb, you've got to put the pads on your shoes". He was saying this as I started to go down. It was too late. I had already started to fall. Of course I woke up at that point.
In that dream, I think I could somewhat understand what goes on in the mind of a person with dementia. I knew what the buildiing was. I knew it was a mall although to me, it resembled something between Gothic City and outer space. I knew stores were in there where you could purchase things. But I didn't know who sent me there and for what. I knew they told me but I just didn't remember.
I was confused. But when I didn't know what was happening, I wasn't afraid. I didn't understand that there could be something to fear. I was okay in my moments of clarity. It was when the clarity started to fade that the fear came. But once the clarity was gone (when I woke up), I was at peace.
Moral of the story: Although seeing our loved one losing more and more of their "clarity" is extremely painful to us, maybe it's best for them. They forget to be afraid.
Love, Barb
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Last edited by Bosmom : 01-07-2006 at 03:33 PM.
needtoescape
02-23-2006, 01:36 PM
Barb,
I hope you don't mind me searching for and posting the excerpt from your post about the dream. It was certainly interesting.
I hope you don't mind me searching for and posting the excerpt from your post about the dream. It was certainly interesting.
LuvMyLilDoggie
02-24-2006, 09:15 PM
That's it!!! Thank you!!! I can't believe I forgot it! And you know the other day I was looking at a box of kleenex and trying to remember what they're called? Scary.....
Love, Barb
Love, Barb