Yes i do. I wake myself up telling myself this is a dream. I wake telling my wife never mind , I'm dreaming. I can fall asleep at my island in the kitchen and into a dream. I love my dreams now. At one point in my life i would take to much Nyquil and wake up and not be able to move. That sucks when your trying to scream because of the night mares I use to have and i couldn't move. I was a recovering alcoholic drinking to much coffee and not being able to sleep. Whew! Those were the days.

I use to have terrifying dreams. I was quitting alcohol. It was bad. My brain was pretty much fried. I could still do my job and take care of my family. I truely had something evil comming after me. Hey, I believed in Satan's demons. I carried a lot of stress was carrying a lot of secrets. I stayed in fear. I hated my dad. I caught him doing some bad stuff. He was evil. So was my uncle. I had to watch these guys. There gone. That time is gone. Harmony is about us. I'm free. No bad dreams today.

Good heavens! I am sorryvthat such seeds were sewn by your own family! Yikes! Mine result from meds for my migraines. To go without means severe head pain 24/7.

My dad was the god father. You either kissed his ass or his ring. My uncle was the same. It's a long story.

I think that would paralyze me.

Oh man!