After a light dose of medication, the nightly horrors of graphic nightmares I struggled with for a few years, seemed to stop, and I thought that I had got rid of them.
But these things have returned again, and it's becoming stressful.
These started a few years ago when I was diagnosed as having a form of Lewy Body Dementia / Parkinsonism.
The problem being that you act these graphic nightmares out, and can remember them in great detail during the next day.
Nurses are told to speak quietly and touch the person going through these, in the hope of bringing them out of this
But as I pointed out to graduate nurses while giving a presentation last year, this can be highly dangerous to anyone trying to help.
As my wife has found out at times, that is hazardous, because she can become part of the nightmare, and then get hurt in the process.
My wife tried this one night, and ended up with a nasty black eye and bruises after one nightly horror show, and that was upsetting for me, as well as for her.
This proved that it can be hazardous, if you get too close to someone going through one of these nightly horror shows.
I understand that I lash out and kick out, once these things start.
There seems to be no reason for these, as many of them bare no links to reality, and that makes life hard to work out.
A few years ago the medication was stepped up In the hope of stopping this, but it was so bad one night that I tried to climb out of a third floor hotel window, in the hope of getting away from the nightmare. Luckily for me the windows only opened so far, so I never got out
A friend of mine who lived with the same illness, thought his dreams bore a resemblance to pictures of Terry Pratchets books, and I agreed with some of this.
After a nightmare, if I am lucky enough to wake up on my own, I usually get up, and either sit in the bathroom, or go downstairs for a while, if I am not feeling wobbly.
However sometimes, these things start off all over again from where they had stopped, and that is terrifying
I think part of the problem is that when I wake up, I cannot tell the difference between the nightmare or reality, and it seems to take a while to settle down.
A few years ago after a flood damaged our home we were moved into a small flat, and one night I had the worst night I had ever had.
I was convinced that I had woken up from a nightmare and had gone into the sitting room, had a cup of tea, and had then gone to the toilet. This happened three times, then I eventually woke up and realised that it was all part of the nightmare.
My wife said I woke up in a total panic
Although there was no damage at all, this shook me rigid because I was convinced that I had been up three times, and had gone to the toilet.
Having totally demolished two bedside lights and other things, there is now nothing important next to my side of the bed.
After seeing the damage after a bad night, it brings you down to earth a little
But I could describe everything in great detail, when I wake up, which is not nice.
I confess that I am absolutely terrified of ever being sent into a hospital, because I have no control over what happens during these nights, and the last thing I want is to be charged with assaulting a nurse or anyone else, while I am going through a night like this.