What’s the Deal with Flood Dreams Anyway?
Alright, so I’ve been mulling over these dreams about floods and water. You know the kind, right? Sometimes it’s a huge tidal wave, other times the water’s just slowly rising in your house. People have all sorts of ideas about what they mean.
- Some folks say it’s about being overwhelmed with emotions.
- Others reckon it’s about big changes coming your way.
- And then there are those who think it’s just your brain being weird after watching too many disaster movies.
Honestly, for a long time, I just figured it was random brain noise. Who really knows, right? It’s not like there’s a dream dictionary that actually works for everyone. Seemed like a bunch of guesswork to me.
My Own Run-in with Watery Nightmares
But then, I had this period, man, it was a few years back. Things were… hectic, to put it mildly. I’d just moved to a new city, totally different vibe from what I was used to. New job, trying to make new friends, the whole nine yards. And that’s when these flood dreams started hitting me, night after night. Really intense ones.
I’d wake up with my heart pounding, properly spooked. It wasn’t just a little bit of water; it was like, serious biblical-level flooding sometimes. Other times, I’d be in my childhood home, and the water would be seeping in under the doors, slowly rising, and I’d be frantically trying to save stuff, feeling totally helpless.
I remember one dream so clearly. I was standing on this tiny patch of land, and the water was just everywhere, dark and swirling. Felt like I was about to be swallowed whole. Freaked me out big time.
So, what did I do? Well, at first, not much. Just complained to anyone who would listen. My partner at the time, bless ’em, just said, “You’re probably just stressed.” Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock! But that didn’t make the dreams stop.
I started trying to, I dunno, “process” things more during the day. Took more walks, tried to just sit with my feelings instead of bottling them up. You know, all that stuff people tell you to do. I even tried writing some of it down, just a messy journal, nothing fancy. It sounds a bit woo-woo, I know, but I was desperate to get a decent night’s sleep without feeling like I was about to drown.
Did it work? Slowly, yeah, I think it did. The dreams didn’t just vanish overnight, but they got less… aggressive. Less terrifying. The water started to recede a bit, or sometimes it was clearer, not so murky and threatening. It was like my brain was finally catching up with all the chaos I was going through in my waking life.
So, yeah, that’s my little saga with flood dreams. Not saying I’ve cracked the code or anything. But for me, they definitely seemed tied to feeling swamped by life. When things calmed down, or when I started to actually deal with the stuff stressing me out, the watery nightmares backed off. Maybe it’s just that simple sometimes. Or maybe not. Who knows? But that was my experience, for what it’s worth.
