Nightmares

TheEarl

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Off The Darkness's thread:

Care to share your worst nightmares. I have one that's recurred since I was very young (which thankfully I haven't had for a few years now). I'm in a familiar place, like my home and I spot a spider. I start running, but where I run to has lots of spiders, I run outside and they're everywhere in the grass, on the bench, in the shed. Everywhere I run to is covered in spiders and I can't get away. Usually I'm completely alone in the dream, but occasionally someone's there and they just seem completely blase about the situation and confused by my behaviour.

That's not the scariest dream I've ever had though.

The worst was when I was with my former Lady and I dreamt that she had died. That was such a horrible feeling and the relief that flooded through me when I woke up and realised that she was lying next to me, very alive was such that I woke her up and held her, my entire body shaking with the relief.

How about you guys? What has you waking up sweating?

In a scared way people!

<Goddamn gutter minds>

The Earl
 
Running along a beach chased by a shadow. I jump over a driftwood log and hide on the other side, closing my eyes. When I open them I see the shadow over me.


The nightmare never got any further than that, I always woke up.
 
hows this for one

last night i dreamed i had an overflowing toilet I could not unclog
maybe it'd a frued thing
:nana:
but stil had to go flush my toilet at 6 am to make sure
nymphy
 
impressive said:
If you've read Lovely Bones ... then you know my nightmare.
A heaven that smells of skunk?

(nah. I read it, and I get it)







I haven't remembered a dream in ten years, and I haven't woken up from nightmares since I was a little kid.
 
TheEarl said:
Off The Darkness's thread:

Care to share your worst nightmares.

The Earl

Car accident. Period. And if I die of it? Well you will understand LOL.
 
How odd. I had one last night. On waking I realised that I had similar before but hadn't remembered.

It always consists of me being outside buildings that I have to enter.

The entrances are always small, I have to slither through them after opening the door. The first room is too small to stand in and there's barely room to open the next door I have to go through. There's always a young woman with a headset behind a desk to greet me in the first room. She doesn't seem to find the quarters cramped at all.

As I go deeper into the buildings, the rooms do get larger but are never anything less that claustrophobic. The people in these rooms accept this state of affairs as normal.

Last night, the building I had to enter had entrances too small for humans to use. It was little more than a doll's house. I knew that it had been designed by Michael Milliken.

It was creepy, let me tell you.
 
I once dreamt that my brother shot himself with a nailgun I woke up cause I couldn't breathe. I have a lot of end of the world dreams with natural disasters & broken up streets & schtuff. And there are also the ones with the weird insects (square flys & mosquitos & jeweled spiders) which are exceedingly terrifying and always trying to bit someone usually me. There was also the one where I was in a Dennis the Menace cartoon being chased by a vampire. I have a lot of scary dreams. Not sure why.
 
Earl, I used to have similar recurring nightmares about ticks when I was a child. *shudder*

My nightmares now generally center on helplessness. Sometimes being unable to save myself, but more often than not witnessing helplessly as something terrible happens to someone else. Those are the worst.
 
minsue said:
Earl, I used to have similar recurring nightmares about ticks when I was a child. *shudder*

My nightmares now generally center on helplessness. Sometimes being unable to save myself, but more often than not witnessing helplessly as something terrible happens to someone else. Those are the worst.
These days, that's real life :(

I have dreams bout being somewhere away from my family and looking up to see war in the skies- Fighter jets falling into the middle of the city in flames, bombs dropping onto big factories and once-peaceful suburbs alike. Trying to find my children and make sure they are okay.

I am a visual artist, so one part of me is always looking at these scenes of apocalypse with an eye to painting them, and all the rest of me is sick-scared.
 
I do a lot of driving in my job. A few years back I fell asleep at the wheel. I woke up before I crashed, but it scared the hell out of me.

Now, if I feel a little tired, I pull to a rest stop and take a 20 minute nap. It always works. But I always wake up the same way. I'm dreaming that I am driving. and then I fall asleep at the wheel! I ALWAYS wake up from these 20 minute naps with my feet slamming on the brakes and my hands clutching for the steering wheel.

I've had that dream dozens and dozens of times.
 
My nightmares are always combinations of my fears, and things that just plain scare me.

One of the worst is too complicated to explain but involves spiders, craneflies, heights, glass elevators, and the cover art Martians from Jeff Wayne's War of the World musical soundtrack.

That one will have me waking in a cold sweat, screaming.
 
I had an awful dream the night before last.

My children were lost and I couldn't find them. And everyone seemed indifferent to my frantic searching and pleas for help.

It wasn't anything to wake me up in terror, more of a disquieting feeling that left me weary and unrested.
 
thebullet said:
I do a lot of driving in my job. A few years back I fell asleep at the wheel. I woke up before I crashed, but it scared the hell out of me.

Now, if I feel a little tired, I pull to a rest stop and take a 20 minute nap. It always works. But I always wake up the same way. I'm dreaming that I am driving. and then I fall asleep at the wheel! I ALWAYS wake up from these 20 minute naps with my feet slamming on the brakes and my hands clutching for the steering wheel.

I've had that dream dozens and dozens of times.
It's the "sudden drop" syndrome, translated to modern times!
 
I need therapy

When I was younger I had a recurring dream. See on the weekends my parents would drag me and my brother to church in the little Colorado town. The mainstreet was a two lane highway and semis rocketed through there. I don't know if I called it correctly but by two lane I mean one lane going one way and one lane going the other with a dash of yellow paint between.

My dream would be walking across this street and as soon as I crossed to the far lane I would freeze. I would turn and there was this semi just barreling down on me. No matter what in that dream I could not move. My legs wouldn't work. So I start rocking back and forth trying to get them to go. No luck. I see a sign post sticking out of the sidewalk and I manage to hop to reach it.

I fall.

Now I'm laying with my mid-section in perfect line with the passanger tire. I see it and I know that I'm dead if it hits, but my legs won't work. I reach and stretch my muscles so hard it feel like they are tearing away from the bone. My hand closes on the bar and I pull my upper body on the sidewalk but my legs are still in the street. With the last bit of effort I pull my legs out of the way, just as the truck passes.

The truck never honks or slows, it just keeps going. I had that dream for like three months. Still gets me when I talk about it.

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Recently I've had dreams of waking up and finding myself on the first day of high school. The last eight years were just a dream but I know everything.

The first anxiety is when I realize I don't know my school schedule, but the intense one comes when I see my girl. She doesn't know me and it hurts. But in my dream I can't talk to her. What would I say? Hey, me and you date through high school, make hot passionate love one night, and have a baby? I just can't bring myself to tell her so instead she gets together with some random guy and disappears from my life.
 
Stella Omega said:
It's the "sudden drop" syndrome, translated to modern times!

Thanks, Stella. I had a kind of eureka moment when I saw what you wrote. Of course, you are correct.
 
I used to have a recurring nightmare where I was being chased by some huge, dangerous animal. Just as the lion,bear,gorilla,whatever was about to catch me, the dream would reset and play again.

I managed to cure the problem by giving up eating spicy Mexican food just before bedtime.
 
I was about 12 when I watched a story abou tthe Luby's Massacre of a current affair or some such. It was awful, some guy goes into this restaraunt and shoots it up and then kills himself.

For weeks afterward I had this dream that I was in my middle school and a bunch of guys with guns came on shooting ak47 rifles and killing everyone. Somehow, the parents of the children got called and kids were escaping with their lives and whoever called my mom told her but her boss wouldn't let her leave work. She couldn't come. She sent my grandmother(who was my sitter until I was older) I vividly remember reaching the car just as a bullet jit the glass and went through my granma's forehead. I woke up crying.

The worst one I have had to date was when I was first pregnant with my daughter. I was abou t4 months along and I had a dream that I was homeless hiding in the sewer and I had a miscarriage. Only she was born alive and about two years old. It was weird b/c I am white and so is her father but she was black and had her hair pulled back in this tight puffy ponytail on the top of her head. She would follow me but no one else could see her. She kept yelling at me "I am the unborn! I am the un living" It shook me for a long time. It was one of those dreams that follows you even when you have been awake for hours.
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
My children were lost and I couldn't find them. And everyone seemed indifferent to my frantic searching and pleas for help.
A common theme in dreams, it seems.

The ones I did remember were all on that theme. Something was really, really important, and nobody but me seemed to give a rat's ass. Frustration built up until I was ready to pop a vein. Then I woke up. It wasn't very often nightmareishly terrible things, though. I just got very, very annoyed.
 
I used to dream, as a child, that my mother was dying and I couldn't carry her to find help. There were always fireworks in the sky and I would wake up crying because I wasn't strong enough to do what needed to be done. I mourned the fact that I was weak. The dream was a recurring dream and I always woke up crying.

Helplessness, as many have indicated, is a common theme in nightmares.

Luck to all who fight their demons in their sleep,

Yui
 
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