Bad Dreams- A Journal Entry

I'm having more and more bad dreams lately.  They seem to have started a week ago.  I'm not sure what could be going on.  At first, I believed it might have been due to sleep deprivation and now I'm beginning to think that it is a combination of anxiety and cutting off my circulation.  Let me explain:  Each time I awake from these dreams I have either been sweating (due to the nature of the dreams perhaps) or I have awoken to find that my arm or my leg is asleep.  I have the worst nightmares when I'm biting on my lip or tongue while asleep.  I awake to find a large indentation and an awful pain in my mouth.

 The last time I had recurring bad dreams, I was 23 years old and I would hear toys falling on my wooden floors in the middle of the night.  I would rush to see what had fallen and it would be nothing at all.  Since then I've only had scattered nightmares.

The time before that I was in my teens.  I had enough nightmares to make me want to be a horror writer.  My grandmother gave me her old typewriter and I banged on those keys until I broke the thing.  I had more than enough material.

The nightmares I'm having now are more random.  And they don't make me want to be a horror writer.  Instead, they make me want to make a connection between cutting off my circulation and anxiety.   I seem to have three or four different nightmares in one night.  The ones I can remember from the last few days are as follows:

1.  Dinosaurs eating my family and staring at me while they do it.  It beats me why I can't run or scream.  I'm not very smart in my dreams.

2.  Having my mouth pried open until it splits my head open.  I never know who is doing the pulling apart though.  Is it my own hands?  Is it someone I know?  I think it's important to know this.  It could be symbolic of someone or me trying desperately to understand what is on the inside.

3.  A war set in the 1800s breaks out and we take shelter at my grandparents which, in my dream, is made entirely of glass.  We hide under the floorboards because we think we will not be noticed (like I said not so smart); however, because it is made of glass they shoot through the floor right at us or they drag us to a pit of fire and throw us in one by one.

4. A fire begins consuming our home while I'm hiding us from something (I have no idea what).  We can't leave or something awful will happen yet we choose to stay and we burn.  (This must be because of the recent fires).  Why does my mind take that event and apply these awful horrors?  

My dreams are so fleshy (I spared you the details).  Does the fleshly dream have to do with blood not flowing properly through my system and through my limbs?  I'll investigate.