harrlequin
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*nods* My twice-daily drive through skid row often physically hurts.
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*nods* My twice-daily drive through skid row often physically hurts.
Trinique_Fire
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I have Holocaust dreams. In a bizarre way I've always felt connected, like I'd been there before when I'd read books about WW2 or see pictures of the camps. I've recently had two that greatly disturbed me, one more than the other.
On another note, last night I had a dream that it was snowing late in May and two little girls that I babysat when I was a teenager (they aren't so little anymore, but in the dream they were as old as I remember them) were sitting on the staircase in my parent's house and sort of half talking to me. I was staring out the front window and singing a religious Xmas carol. Very weird. The dream itself felt very lonely.
On another note, last night I had a dream that it was snowing late in May and two little girls that I babysat when I was a teenager (they aren't so little anymore, but in the dream they were as old as I remember them) were sitting on the staircase in my parent's house and sort of half talking to me. I was staring out the front window and singing a religious Xmas carol. Very weird. The dream itself felt very lonely.
Katyusha
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I have one recurring nightmare in my life: in these dreams I'm in some place, be it a room in my house, a room in someone else's or a totally unfamiliar house or building, out in the forest, wherever spiders can easily spin webs. I find myself in these places, with an increasing number of spiders spinning webs all around me...they're in my escape path, they're above my head, around my feet...I'm so scared that I'm screaming and crying (sometimes for somebody, sometimes just from the sheer terror) while trying to get away, and I always wake up just before I do get away.
I have a fear of spiders in real life and for the most part I've got it under control, as in, seeing a spider makes me nervous enough to look around for other spiders, especially indoors, but it's not going to paralyze me, make me scream and run and refuse to go into that room for days at a time, what-have-you (spiders scare me far more indoors than they do outdoors). The only part I don't have under very much control is when the spiders are above my head. That scares me so much that I will avoid doorways and rooms where I've seen them on the ceiling until I'm SURE that they're gone.
I have a fear of spiders in real life and for the most part I've got it under control, as in, seeing a spider makes me nervous enough to look around for other spiders, especially indoors, but it's not going to paralyze me, make me scream and run and refuse to go into that room for days at a time, what-have-you (spiders scare me far more indoors than they do outdoors). The only part I don't have under very much control is when the spiders are above my head. That scares me so much that I will avoid doorways and rooms where I've seen them on the ceiling until I'm SURE that they're gone.
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Most of mine end up written into stories. Two of the most disturbing ones were modified for Ebon Genesis.
Watching a friend of mine get slowly crushed in a cardboard baler. The sound of ever larger bones snapping. A scream trailing off into a wheeze as the air was squeezed out of his lungs. The other was a charred-beyond-recognition child coming out of a car fully engulfed in flames.
I went through several years of near constant nightmares until I did some reading and cobbled together a flashing light device from radio shack parts. Took me several months to "sight it in," but I more or less have control over my dreams now without the mechanical aid in varying degrees. Sometimes, I remember them and know where I nudged them out of dangerous territory. Most of the time, I just know it's still working because I've only had two nightmares since the early 90's.
Watching a friend of mine get slowly crushed in a cardboard baler. The sound of ever larger bones snapping. A scream trailing off into a wheeze as the air was squeezed out of his lungs. The other was a charred-beyond-recognition child coming out of a car fully engulfed in flames.
I went through several years of near constant nightmares until I did some reading and cobbled together a flashing light device from radio shack parts. Took me several months to "sight it in," but I more or less have control over my dreams now without the mechanical aid in varying degrees. Sometimes, I remember them and know where I nudged them out of dangerous territory. Most of the time, I just know it's still working because I've only had two nightmares since the early 90's.
Nirvanadragones
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Thank you for the replies, friends. I will read through them in detail soon.
Now for another night. Wish me fresh dreams.
Now for another night. Wish me fresh dreams.
feeeriek
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Thank you for the replies, friends. I will read through them in detail soon.
Now for another night. Wish me fresh dreams.
not only does feee wish you fresh dreams...she wishes you beautiful ones
Salvor-Hardon
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I have a recurring nightmare in that I am a serial killer. I work at random, keeping track of my victims, location, methods in a pocket notebook, so that I never have a standard modus operandi or trail other than the notebook itself. I imagine some detective who has put together just enough clues to know there is a common thread, but not enough to know who I am. He hunts me, and I elude him. I am looking over my shoulder even as I claim my next victim. I can never rest, never let my guard down, and yet I am compelled to keep going, another and another and another.
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The nightmare that scared me the most was when my oldest son was still just a baby.
At the time, we lived in Mississippi, and in the curve of our road, so that my next door neighbor's house was really sort of diagonal to mine. I could see in their kitchen window from mine.
In the dream, I was standing at the window, doing dishes, and through their window I see a man shoot one of my neighbors - sort of like a mafia hit, an execution. He turned and looked out the window, and saw me watching.
I ran down the hall, snatched my sleeping baby out of his crib, and scrambled up into the attic (I'm not sure how, really. There wasn't a built-in ladder). I remember being terrified that he would cry, and that the man would kill him.
Still scares me.
At the time, we lived in Mississippi, and in the curve of our road, so that my next door neighbor's house was really sort of diagonal to mine. I could see in their kitchen window from mine.
In the dream, I was standing at the window, doing dishes, and through their window I see a man shoot one of my neighbors - sort of like a mafia hit, an execution. He turned and looked out the window, and saw me watching.
I ran down the hall, snatched my sleeping baby out of his crib, and scrambled up into the attic (I'm not sure how, really. There wasn't a built-in ladder). I remember being terrified that he would cry, and that the man would kill him.
Still scares me.
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