Jake Adelstein's Blog - Posts Tagged "dreams"
PTSD Funny Stories
Well, I don't know if it's PTSD but I have terrible trouble sleeping and sometimes I sleepwalk. Two days ago I dreamed about a knockdown brawl with a low-life chinpira, where we smashed each other into a glass door and had pieces of glass stuck in each of us, and I pulled a sheet of glass out of my shoulder and stabbed him in the gut-- to wake up on the floor of my tatami room, with my shoulder hurting like hell and feeling like I had shards of glass in my feet. It took about ten minutes to assure myself that it was a dream and even then it still felt like I had glass in my feet, and I walked around all day very daintily because I expected sharp pain when I walked.
Well, the gist of it is that I heroically body-slammed the wall of my room and almost dislocated my shoulder but after two days, my left arm is pretty much back to normal, if I don't raise it up very high.
I talked another yakuza boss a few days ago and he says the same thing happens to him sometimes--he wakes up with his knuckles bruised because he's punched the wall in his sleep.
By the way, I'm not making a claim to be as tough as a yakuza or like a yakuza--I just have bad dreams. But I guess that unpleasant physical encounter and threats probably produce the same kinds of things in people--and knowing that Mr. Purple--as we like to call him--also fights in his sleep made me feel a lot less crazy.
Well--in my dream I was very heroic. In reality, I felt very much like a goofball.
Well, the gist of it is that I heroically body-slammed the wall of my room and almost dislocated my shoulder but after two days, my left arm is pretty much back to normal, if I don't raise it up very high.
I talked another yakuza boss a few days ago and he says the same thing happens to him sometimes--he wakes up with his knuckles bruised because he's punched the wall in his sleep.
By the way, I'm not making a claim to be as tough as a yakuza or like a yakuza--I just have bad dreams. But I guess that unpleasant physical encounter and threats probably produce the same kinds of things in people--and knowing that Mr. Purple--as we like to call him--also fights in his sleep made me feel a lot less crazy.
Well--in my dream I was very heroic. In reality, I felt very much like a goofball.
