Processing Dreams

Last night I read the article my therapist provided me about EMDR, and started writing down memories I might want to process.

Between reading how I'd relive the traumatic experiences, and all the feelings associated with them, in EMDR, and thinking about my traumatic memories, I guess I should have expected to have bad dreams.

But somehow, it didn't occur to me. And I had one of those dreams I really hate. A NEEDLE dream, with sense of touch included.

Now, some of you know I have a thing for blood, but weirdly enough, I hate needles. I'm kinda phobic of them, really. This includes piercing needles as well as, you know, hypodermics. One of the most memorable nightmares I ever had was of me having a large needle pierced through my side, and I could FEEL it.

Last night I dreamed I was full of IVs...or at least, that's what they were supposed to be. They were inserted all over my body, in just about every vein I thought I had. I was so sore, and every time I moved, I could feel them inside. I couldn't stand them, couldn't stand the thought of them, so I endeavored to pull them out. And I did. One by one, I pulled each silver needle out of a vein and flung it towards a nearby trash can.

It hurt.

This dream was easy enough to analyze, but still trippy to wake up from. I guess I can expect more of them as I go through this process.