I had this dream in 1994, was diagnosed in 1998.
I kept a dream diary for a few years, and I found a dream I described - once I read it it came back to me with a bang. It was super-vivid, I woke drenched in sweat the night I had it and didn't sleep afterwards.
Does anyone make anything of this (apart from the fact that I'm bonkers
), or is it just a load of aul nonsense?
I was in an old stone mill, passed by the millrace where I saw myself in a canoe.) I know I know, I was paddling my own canoe.) I get that part of the dream.
Then I was climbing the stairs through the mill. At one point I looked to my left and there was no wall, the mill was ruined, all the floors had gone. I got to the top of the stairs and amazingly double doors (like on a ship) opened into a bright modern room - it was a very upmarket bar. Lots of people were there, chatting and talking. A few feet in front of me, up in the ceiling, were deep light tubes - the ceiling had these deep circular windows set in the roof, and as I waked under them, I could see the sky.
Suddenly amidst all the soothing burble of lots of people talking, I suddenly knew aliens were coming. I felt absolute terror. As I looked at the people I knew I had to warn them. Suddenly none of us could hear, a screeching white noise filled the air and I could hear no-one (4 years later I went totally deaf in one ear and have constant tinnitus in both ears). I was screaming, "get away from the portholes" -in the dream I meant the light tubes in the ceiling. I was screaming as loud as I could but no-one could hear. Then the buzzing intensified and a bright light shone down into the room through the windows in the ceiling, columns of bright light. I knew it was too late. Tubes of light shone down into the room and very very slowly, small, intensely bright pink rods of light floated down. I knew that these pink rods would infect everyone. Once this had happened everyone in the room went mad. They started to attack each other, ripping each other apart. I woke screaming.
Ok, do you think that this was my subconscious warning me about MS coming, or was it just a case of too much cheddar cheese before bedtime?