Let me just get it out of the way before I start that I'm not doing anything differently. Yeah, I have a concussion, but that happened a week ago. I've been taking all of my meds the same, I've been getting enough sleep and rest, etc.
Anyway I was asleep just now, having a normal dream, I guess. My whole entire family was there, plus my bird (minus my other pets). All of the sudden, out of no where, the dream took on a completely sinister tone. Just really dark and twisted. One by one, each member of my family would turn evil, then just go back to normal out of no where like nothing happened. First, I got a bad feeling about my brother. He was nonchalantly taking things off my dresser and putting them in my purse, not even looking at what he was doing; I was telling him to stop because it was creeping me out, but he kept on going in a sort of rhythmic, mechanical pattern, and I "knew" it was for some sort of really bad purpose. Then he exited the dream completely. Next were my parents, who kept telling me to kill myself and shit like that, as I was crying on my bed. Then they went back to normal. Next it was my bird. One minute he was saying, "Hi, I love you!" and I was telling my mom how excited I was that he was talking, and the next minute, he started attacking me like crazy. Like, I could actually feel him biting me IN my dream, and it fucking HURT. (And yes, he's bit me before, but not as hard as he was in my dream.) It was like the second I would let him go, he would attack me. When I put him in his cage, somehow he knew how to stretch his neck outside of the bars and attack me, no matter how far away I walked. Then he was out of the cage, flying around and being normal again. He landed in what looked like a tub of water, and my mom was like, "Make sure he doesn't land in the water, take him out right now!" So I did, and my bird was gone; the chemical had caused him to combust. I started crying. Then for some reason I started washing my face with the chemical that had just killed my bird, and my ENTIRE family (cousins, etc.) were laughing at me as I rushed to the bathroom to try and wash it off. For some reason, I couldn't. The dream ended with feeling extremely thirsty, like my throat was super dry and fucked up and burning, and that's when I woke up.
Even though that was easily the most horribly sinister fucked up nightmare I've ever had in my life, it didn't phase me much once I finally woke up, assessed the situation, realized my bird was safe and sound (and peaceful) in his cage next to my bed, and that I was not falling into sleep paralysis. I'm used to nightmares; I have them all the time. So yes, that part was weird, but it was not the weirdest. The WEIRDEST part is what happened when I looked at the pile of clothes on my bed - I saw faces in every. single. fold. of. clothes. Scary, sneering faces. If I stared at one long enough, it would wink. They kept popping up, ones I hadn't noticed before, if I would look over an area a second time. I knew it wasn't real... in fact, I even ruffled my clothes (which didn't make the faces go away), but it was still freaking me out. So I got out of bed and decided to turn on the light and not go back to sleep until the sun starts to come up.
Then shit got even weirder. Immediately after turning the light on, I was FREEZING cold and shivering and chattering my teeth uncontrollably. Even with a sweater, pants, socks, a shirt, the works on. And it's barely 65 degrees outside, maybe take a few. Then I started having really bad tremors in my arms and legs (not unlike when I go took long between Xanax doses... except I didn't do that today, just FYI). I was also really disoriented, and I felt a definite panic attack coming on. I took a Xanax, and I feel better now, but I'm still freaked the hell out by what just happened.
Has anything remotely similar happened to anyone else? What would cause this? The only medication I stopped taking somewhat abruptly was my Tramadol, but I wasn't on a very high dose and I've only been taking it for about 4 days and only when desperately needed. I hate Trams, so I avoid them unless I have to take them for pain.
I did not go to bed stressed out. I had gouda cheese and crackers before I went to sleep. I also drank a lot of water throughout the day. I took my normal medications today: the only one I added in was Vistaril to manage my anxiety while I try to preserve my Xanax so I have just enough to stop withdrawals until Wednesday when I can try to get more. However, I've taken Vistaril in combination with my normal medications before without this happening. I also currently have a concussion, but I've had it for a week now, so I'm not sure that has anything to do with it.
Oh, and the tremors are gone. I still feel freaked out, and sort of on edge, like I don't trust the world right now - I feel like something bad is going to happen. When I close my eyes, I see more sinister images and more creepy, smiling, somewhat-human faces pass before me. Other than that though, I'm fine. Just confused.
So what the hell? Is it a combination of the Xanax, Suboxone, and Vistaril, with around 100 mg of Tramadol added in there today? Is it yet another post-concussive symptom showing up way later than it should? I just want to know. I don't like it; it's preventing me from feeling comfortable enough to go back into my room, let alone go back to sleep... and I am TIRED as SHIT. Plus I don't like these little hallucination-type things that I'm having, they're officially creeping me the hell out. I wish it was possible to cuddle with my bird.
I have a lot of experience with sleep disturbances, mainly nightmares (that are almost as horrific as this one, but not quite) and sleep paralysis. So needless to say, it's weird for this kind of thing to affect me. I've come out of some of the worst SP episodes ever and gone back to sleep within the hour. Something tells me that I'm going to be waiting until it's light outside to attempt sleep again, no matter how hard I have to fight off how tired I feel. I'm trying to avoid both the images I see when I close my eyes, as well as going back into my room... and okay, the idea of letting myself fall asleep and be completely vulnerable is bothering me too, so that's another thing stopping me.
Another thing - I keep seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. Black shapes, other objects (that when I look at head on are in the same place as always of course). I have zero idea what the fuck is going on. Any ideas? Anyone?
Anyway I was asleep just now, having a normal dream, I guess. My whole entire family was there, plus my bird (minus my other pets). All of the sudden, out of no where, the dream took on a completely sinister tone. Just really dark and twisted. One by one, each member of my family would turn evil, then just go back to normal out of no where like nothing happened. First, I got a bad feeling about my brother. He was nonchalantly taking things off my dresser and putting them in my purse, not even looking at what he was doing; I was telling him to stop because it was creeping me out, but he kept on going in a sort of rhythmic, mechanical pattern, and I "knew" it was for some sort of really bad purpose. Then he exited the dream completely. Next were my parents, who kept telling me to kill myself and shit like that, as I was crying on my bed. Then they went back to normal. Next it was my bird. One minute he was saying, "Hi, I love you!" and I was telling my mom how excited I was that he was talking, and the next minute, he started attacking me like crazy. Like, I could actually feel him biting me IN my dream, and it fucking HURT. (And yes, he's bit me before, but not as hard as he was in my dream.) It was like the second I would let him go, he would attack me. When I put him in his cage, somehow he knew how to stretch his neck outside of the bars and attack me, no matter how far away I walked. Then he was out of the cage, flying around and being normal again. He landed in what looked like a tub of water, and my mom was like, "Make sure he doesn't land in the water, take him out right now!" So I did, and my bird was gone; the chemical had caused him to combust. I started crying. Then for some reason I started washing my face with the chemical that had just killed my bird, and my ENTIRE family (cousins, etc.) were laughing at me as I rushed to the bathroom to try and wash it off. For some reason, I couldn't. The dream ended with feeling extremely thirsty, like my throat was super dry and fucked up and burning, and that's when I woke up.
Even though that was easily the most horribly sinister fucked up nightmare I've ever had in my life, it didn't phase me much once I finally woke up, assessed the situation, realized my bird was safe and sound (and peaceful) in his cage next to my bed, and that I was not falling into sleep paralysis. I'm used to nightmares; I have them all the time. So yes, that part was weird, but it was not the weirdest. The WEIRDEST part is what happened when I looked at the pile of clothes on my bed - I saw faces in every. single. fold. of. clothes. Scary, sneering faces. If I stared at one long enough, it would wink. They kept popping up, ones I hadn't noticed before, if I would look over an area a second time. I knew it wasn't real... in fact, I even ruffled my clothes (which didn't make the faces go away), but it was still freaking me out. So I got out of bed and decided to turn on the light and not go back to sleep until the sun starts to come up.
Then shit got even weirder. Immediately after turning the light on, I was FREEZING cold and shivering and chattering my teeth uncontrollably. Even with a sweater, pants, socks, a shirt, the works on. And it's barely 65 degrees outside, maybe take a few. Then I started having really bad tremors in my arms and legs (not unlike when I go took long between Xanax doses... except I didn't do that today, just FYI). I was also really disoriented, and I felt a definite panic attack coming on. I took a Xanax, and I feel better now, but I'm still freaked the hell out by what just happened.
Has anything remotely similar happened to anyone else? What would cause this? The only medication I stopped taking somewhat abruptly was my Tramadol, but I wasn't on a very high dose and I've only been taking it for about 4 days and only when desperately needed. I hate Trams, so I avoid them unless I have to take them for pain.
I did not go to bed stressed out. I had gouda cheese and crackers before I went to sleep. I also drank a lot of water throughout the day. I took my normal medications today: the only one I added in was Vistaril to manage my anxiety while I try to preserve my Xanax so I have just enough to stop withdrawals until Wednesday when I can try to get more. However, I've taken Vistaril in combination with my normal medications before without this happening. I also currently have a concussion, but I've had it for a week now, so I'm not sure that has anything to do with it.
Oh, and the tremors are gone. I still feel freaked out, and sort of on edge, like I don't trust the world right now - I feel like something bad is going to happen. When I close my eyes, I see more sinister images and more creepy, smiling, somewhat-human faces pass before me. Other than that though, I'm fine. Just confused.
So what the hell? Is it a combination of the Xanax, Suboxone, and Vistaril, with around 100 mg of Tramadol added in there today? Is it yet another post-concussive symptom showing up way later than it should? I just want to know. I don't like it; it's preventing me from feeling comfortable enough to go back into my room, let alone go back to sleep... and I am TIRED as SHIT. Plus I don't like these little hallucination-type things that I'm having, they're officially creeping me the hell out. I wish it was possible to cuddle with my bird.
I have a lot of experience with sleep disturbances, mainly nightmares (that are almost as horrific as this one, but not quite) and sleep paralysis. So needless to say, it's weird for this kind of thing to affect me. I've come out of some of the worst SP episodes ever and gone back to sleep within the hour. Something tells me that I'm going to be waiting until it's light outside to attempt sleep again, no matter how hard I have to fight off how tired I feel. I'm trying to avoid both the images I see when I close my eyes, as well as going back into my room... and okay, the idea of letting myself fall asleep and be completely vulnerable is bothering me too, so that's another thing stopping me.
Another thing - I keep seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. Black shapes, other objects (that when I look at head on are in the same place as always of course). I have zero idea what the fuck is going on. Any ideas? Anyone?
