What happens when you sleep? At 68 with severe sleep apnia and cronic PTSD without meds for help I am going to tell you. The wife is in the living room watching the new documentry on Ben Franklin. After 50 minutes of it I decide to go to bed. My Service connected disability is for the two years I spent serving our people and nation at the end of the Veit Nam War. I was sent to South Korea because the war was finally ending in the summer of 1972. I had to turned in my summer clothes for those of an older colder war torn land war still simmering on the border between The North and the South. A cival war one could say. I never fired a single shot at anyone but I was in constant emotional termal and fear for the lives of my fellow human beings on all sides. I once had even started a John Wayne type bar fight in the village between everyone. Some how I got out. The town was shout down for a while. I had spent eye to eye combat with the only piosonious snake in South Korea when one crawled over my radio back pack inches from my face as I layed down to rest. I flew over from South Korea to Osaka Japan in a Two setter fighter jet on my way home for a compassionate reasignment. I caught a ride on a C-141 with the last combat vets leaving Nam to Seattle Tacomia airport. I had exceelled on the divisions pistel team and at the last minite left the change to compete in Veit nam for the 4th US Army pistal termineat. I spent days being sourted out at the Main hosipital in Seoul. They never did find out what was wrong with me. I got lost in the back of an army feild ambulance when My feet were frozen for five hours while the driver tried to find the Feild hospital that was used for the Movie Mash with Donald Sutherland starred in. I used drugs and had my way with about 500 give or take of the local puntang. I had started marking them off on my calander from the first day there. I had been advised when I did not go to Veit Nam that I was going to the Armies best keep secret. For he sum of five dollars I could get laid get drunk and still have two dollars fifty cents left in my pocket the next morning. Life was good. But I was not happy. The world seemed insane. I went to bed and put on my sleep apnia machine. Of which I do everynight to keep down the night mares. I would be dead in a week without it now. I used cannibus for 40 years to do these night mares for me. Then I got hooked on the machine. An like all drugs in is loosing its power. What will I do. I closed my eyes and was gone only to walk into our kitchen in an old farm house to see my wife Cut off the heads of children and cleaning them and putting them in soup pot. I walked past her to go back to bed in this vivid dream of which I have become used to only to find myself falling onto a 18 inch pin like steel knife. I grabbed it and held my body up in mid air and rolled off it. Then someone ran there body across the foot of my my bed over both legs. I let it go. Then someone was in the bed next to me Taking up all the extra space. I rolled over the other way. I decided to take a piss and looked at the clock. Only ten minutes had gone by. It was going to be another long night. How would it end. How will it end. Last night I watched reruns of hundreds of movies about my life I had never even made or know were made. On and on I watched even after piss breaks. But there I was as a child a boy a preteen and up. I think more happens in the dream world than in the reality of life. So I finally go to the VA to talk about nightmare meds. How will it go? Will I agree or just start smoking cannibus again? My dreams are becoming more real than life. Was it the head injury I had in advanced Infantry training that went unreported? I was out for five hours. The VA is a strange organization. Maybe all medicine is? After all they are made up like everything else is on this world. Every night I go on a long feild trip. Rarely sexual, but some times. An never with people I now know. At best people from my past. Is the world a dellusion? is anything real? Lately my dreams have become more intense and down right violent. Like a LSD 25 trip without the downers to snap me out of it if needed. This is between you and me. I went back to sleep and dreamed about the mafia. It was long and detailed, but a comedy/ Ten I went to the restroom and settled back into bed to have a series of short deatailed lessons about the mend and its connection to the body and its connection to sex. I went to sleep troubld by the woman being raped by the Russian soldiers attacking Uncraine. I was reminded that sex and sex drive is like music and the scales that it is played threw. All dynamics are covered within the scales al possibilities of sexual encounters. More detaisl later on this troubling subject.

What does it mean when someone’s head is cut off in a dream?

(This often happens when we are afraid of letting ourselves feel for fear of pain or humiliation. Remembering that other people in your dreams are often simply reflections of your own self, to dream of chopping off someone’s head may be a symbol of an attack on some kind of belief you yourself hold.Mar 25, 2015)