I am a man who has no dreams.
Every dream I ever had has died. They are dead. More likely killed by the evil people in my life, people who should have loved me and helped me. Instead, they killed every last one of them.
The following is from an internet search with Google.
Psychological and Philosophical Aspects
Survival Mode: Childhood trauma or a life of constant hardship can lead to a state of survival mode, making it difficult to emerge and pursue dreams and goals.
Feeling Crushed by Reality: Experiencing significant failure or realizing the impossibility of certain dreams can cause a person to give up on them, leading to a lack of motivation.
The above describes my situation accurately.
As for biological dreaming, I do not dream. When I awake in the morning, I have no knowledge of any dreams that I had the previous night.
Some nights I wake up abruptly. I even sometimes scream. I have no knowledge of why I woke up or a memory of what I was dreaming, if I was at all. In cases like these, my chest is pounding, my heart is racing, and my blood pressure is spiking. When this happens, I take my blood pressure pill in an attempt to fall back asleep.
It’s ironic. I have learned to calm and relax myself throughout the day, where my pulse and blood pressure are normal, if not low. I still have a vestige of hypertension from the terrors that haunt me when I sleep.
Back to my daydreams, my hopes and dreams, or the lack thereof.
I feel so completely empty inside as the result of having no dreams in life.
What to do when all your dreams have died?
I do not know.
“This life is but a doomed journey of misery and loneliness, punctuated by moments of suffering, and ending in total annihilation” – Zippy the Pinhead
— From the back cover
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