Do you dream, and if so what of, are they nice dreams. Do they seem real. Can you remember them. Is there a particular dream you have all the time or one that is always the same. Flying, being Naked in public places, being chased. Food or a favourite bike you had years ago.

My dreams are many some nice and some bad, some sad and some happy. My pets come and see me. Monty my Labrador and Jake my little Jack Russell, not often but when they do we are playing together again.

Over the years my dreams have changed some even disappear for good and never re occur. I have always discussed my dreams with my mate of 30 years and when they upset me that much I consult my wife for support. If you don’t remember dreams then you may not know what I am writing about.

There are articles on the web that explain the types of dreams we have them and what the could be related to but not one article covers what my dreams are about so I wonder all the time if there’s more to it than they say.

In the days when I consumed the Deamon Drink I would have many dreams of of Violence and hurt, cruelty and always me being the one being hunted down by gangs, German soldiers.

But over time I found a way of waking up from a dream, I knew if I found water and submerged myself in it I would wake up, or my my other method would be to find a building and climb as high as possible and jump off. Both methods would wake me up.

The dream or Nightmare I had many times took a different form but when it happens it scared the life out of me. It was not like a dream it was more like a real happening and always in my bedroom. The two I had close together before I stopped Alcohol nearly 4 years ago were like a real life experience.

The first one was at our old house and I was sleeping as normal when I wake to see a person at the end of the bed, who ever it is reached under the covers and grabs hold of my ankles really tight. I grip onto the bed sheets as I get pulled down the bed as all the time the person is leaning over me.

I try to hold on but I go further down the bed then fall on the floor at the end looking up at the dark figure, I try to see who it is but it’s dark in the room. The hands then grab me tight around the waist pulling me towards to door, I managed to put my foot against the door and push hard to close it slightly and as I do the grip starts to loosen then break. I look round and who ever it was has gone but I am out of bed on the floor near the door.

Was it a dream I don’t know but it scared me so much.

The next one when I was on my own in our static van. It was worse than the other dream but was more physical I was sleeping and I wake up to a person sitting sidewards on the end of the bed on my feet. I try to move my feet but the half down, then the cover starts to get pulled down. I try to pull it back but what ever it is is stronger then me and the covers are pulled off me.

What or who ever comes up the bed and grabs me around the neck as I sit up I try and free myself but there to strong and they drag me off the bed. This time I free myself and it’s over. God that was scary. Don’t ask me what it was or was the dream real, I don’t know but I can say it’s not happened since I stopped drinking.

Now here is the worst one of all that I must have once a week maybe 2. The dream always takes two different forms, the first being that I am leaving the Army after 22 years but people are changing my personal documents so I can’t leave. They say I signed anther 3 years. As I have a family my thoughts get sad as I here I am being sent abroad for 6 months away from my family.

The army dreams are different in 3 ways, the first is i always loose my headdress and i have a Parade to turn up to, the second is i cant make it back to camp on time for the parade. I park my car up but when i come bac for it has gone. These are very frequent most weeks, but the one that is most common and bothers me is the one about being hated by all the Officers and soldiers.

The dream seems to last for ages where i am back at the barracks and everyone i meet gives me a cold shoulder and lads stood together talking about me as i go past them. They never let on and talk about something bad i have done. It then gets worse when i go to the offices and again officers and senior NCO’S all blank me and make me feel horrible and not liked.

This dream has been with me since 2000 when i retired from the army so its 20 years of the same dream. I cant understand why i dream about it and i don’t think about the army so where it comes from is a mystery. I cant seem to find anything on the we that relates to what i dream about other than dreams of flying.

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I am 63 years old and and since a boy have had an interest in wildlife and in particular birds. I help my Dad with the rearing of young finches and other birds. I had many small birds as pets and as i got older and joined the Military i purchsed my first Camera, and fold out Kodak. Over a 22 year period i enjoyed many countries outside the uk and observed many species of birds. When i left the military in 2000, i bought my first digital camera a Canon 450D with a Tamron 70-300 and started my journey on capturing images of birds and animals. I quickly learned that there was a lot more to getting a good image of a bird, so i started to research the best settings for my camera in order to capture a better image. Over a 12 month period i realised that needed to invest in a better camera and lens and after research bought a Canon 50D and a 100-400 Lens. It was 2013 when i really got to grips with the setup and came across a lovely Short Eared Owl. From that meeting i started to concentrate on Owls as they fasinated me. From Canon to Olympus i recently jumped ship again to Sony. The variety of birds i have captured over a 10 year period is vast and at present i have a wildlife hide in lancashire where most of my images are captured.

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