Nightmares
 

What are the worst dreams you've ever had? No need to display ones that you feel are personal. Yet, if you're willing to share them go ahead.

When I was a kid, I used to have a nightmare about being abducted by faceless, white aliens, who then proceeded to show me their human torture chambers, before telling me they would end the world.

It was the exact same every time I had it. The weird part was I would only ever have it if I slept in my own room at night. If I had a nap during the day, never. Slept somewhere else, no way. But in my room and at night, always the same nightmare. When I woke up from it, I would be completely disoriented. Dizzy, sweaty, and I had a tingle, something I've never felt again to this day, running through my entire body. Almost like a numbness that stretched through all my extremities. This went on for about 3 years. From the time I was 10 until I was 13.

I have not had any nightmares, just weird dreams.

this aint a nightmare, this is ABDUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!



found any weird metal chips in yer body?

Unfortunately no, but I do have a weird scar on my arm that I've never been able to explain. Maybe one of the new guys got sloppy.

I always have these dreams where I can't seem to get somewher i have to be....Like, I'll dream that my alarm didn't go off and I slept in past time to go to work...then it takse me a LOOOOOOOONG time to get ready and by the time I'm ready to go to work there is such a short amount of time left in the day that it makes no sense for me to go in.....and I never called in late or sick or anything. Those dreams stress me out.

Then, there's the ones where I dream of people that have passed away in my life, chiefly my Grandfather (who died when I was 8 and was the single most influential person in my life) and a couple of friends. thos dreams are SO real that when I wake up from them I have to convince myself that those people are dead and gone....which is depressing as hell. Guess that's not really a nightmare, but *shrugs* :ohwell:

Gosh, I can relate to that. I hate those kinds of long, stressful, pointless dreams -- when I've got something to do, but I just run into all sorts of stupid little obstacles, and it goes on, and on, and on. :ohwell:

I had a freaky one when I was a kid that I don't even remember!

All I remeber was being chased by something, and there was a door of some sort. Then I woke up with all the lights in my room on, and I was pacing back and forth (I was really freaked out)....I apparently went back to sleep because I woke up in bed again with all my lights still on.

Those are a royal pain, huh? I've had many dreams like that, from my days in school till now at work.

I had a really crappy one once!

I had had a really, REALLY stressful day at work a few months ago when I had started my new job. Pretty much, all hell had broken out, and I was severly overwhelmed by the chaos. I had a lot of stuff to do, and I felt like I kept screwing up, and by the end of the day I just wanted to get the heck out of there.

So, it really stank that night when I was trying to sleep, because I kept having nightmares that I was back at work! I couldn't sleep because whenever I started getting sleepy, I'd dream about being at my job flooded with unfinished work. The phone would be ringing off the hook, there would be tons of papers towering up on my desk, and I just couldn't keep up with it at all! In other words, I had such a stressful day at work, that I couldn't get it out of my head and ended up keeping myself up all night with my worry-filled nightmares.

That SUCKED!

Ah...nightmares. What is a horrible reality for some is just a laughable matter to others. I guess this will be one of those. You may laugh at it, but trust me, if you were dreaming about this, you would not be laughing. I had this nightmare when I was about eight, probably relating to my now-controlled toad phobia I have today.

I was walking through the local park by myself, which was oddly diserted. Kids were usually crawling in this place, but not when I was there. I didn't really care, since I noticed a jumping castle was out in the middle of the park's clearing, where the netball club usually trained. Curious, I ran forward to it and found there was no one around. I look around to see if there were any adults. None. So then, like the child I was, kicked off my shoes and jumped on. I just loved it! I jumped higher, and higher, until I could see all of the houses and shops of the town. It was like flying, only better! Then I look down and I see a toad. It watched me jump up and down, it's beady eyes following my every motion. I look down and laugh at it, but something started telling me something was wrong. Very wrong. I soon realized each time I bounced, the toad grew a little bit bigger. It wasn't noticable at first, but eventually I saw that it kept doubling in size with each bounce. It looked at me with an obvious hunger in it's eyes. I stopped bouncing and stared at it. It stared right back at me. Something felt wrong...

With out warning, the ground shook and the toad sprouted an extra two sets of legs, while the poison glands on it's back grew larger, mutating into a giant version of the toad before. I stare at it, screamed, and ran for my life. I ran and ran as fast as my legs could allow, but I seemed to be lowing down. I looked down at my legs and cried in horror, for that there was a sticky ooze that kept me from moving to far. Instantly I realized that the ooze was coming from the toad's giant glands. The toad itself was just sitting there, with these fangs beared and staring at me. I started to cry for help and tried to free my legs from the ooze. No result. So I tried to run again. I could still move, but very slowly. Like walking through tar, I guess...

After a while, I looked behind me out of fear, and the toad started foaming at the mouth. I tried to move faster, but I could only just move at the same painful snail's pace the ooze would allow. Then the toad started firing these poison shots at me from it's glands. They kind of looked like purple cannon balls covered with goo. They shot of onto the houses around the park, burning everything to the ground. I started crying and tried to run faster, but I knew it was useless. I turned around once more to see the toad leaping forth, mouth wide open, with all of these...things inside of it's mouth. Mechanical flowers, I guess. Just before I was in the toad's mouth, I woke up.

I screamed and ran to my mom and dad, where I spent the rest of the night in their bed, trying not to fall asleep again, incase the mutant toad would come back. I have never had that dream again, and I'm glad I haven't. Even retelling the story sends a chill down my spine... *shudders*

The liquor store closed early.

what? No 24 hour Froogal MacDoogals?

i get them aswell quite often, and normally wake up with the horrible thought that i have to go and do most of it again for real...



these aren't really nightmares. but they are strange. it happens once in a while, but boy they are memorable! i sometimes sleep with my eyes open, and, its normally in the first hour or so of sleep, i'll see something that will give me an almighty scare. Then i will look at it and it will kind of just dissolve into nothing, which imagine is me waking fully up. its like i've started to wake up, but i'm still sleeping, and cos my eyes are open, its like a, what i've taken to call them, 'waking dream(s)'. here's some examples:

once, i saw a small person, about a foot tall, on a bicycle, with a hot air balloon attatched to it, pedalling across the room, floating through the air.

a camera watching me from my window above the curtains, and when i looked at it, it zoomed away. i remember jumping outta bed and running to the window, looking around for it.

a man with a massive sharp-toothed smile watching me from what looked to be a closet, where there was no closet. he was sitting in it, and it was halfway up the wall. this too made me get out of bed, and actually go up to the wall, touching it.

the same man above my cupboard, curled up so i could just see his head and arm, which was hanging down. (this one happened a good couple of years later, and in a different house.)

weird neon-feathers floating above my bed, with me just staring at them in amazement.

that's all i can remember just now, but there has been more! and no, i aint a mentalist, i once read a book which said that its quite common for someone to see strange lights or interpret objects differently in the first couple of hours of sleep.

Hmm...Might you have been high on these occasions? :lol:

nahhhhh those are mild night terrors. I get them too, only it's usually right before I wake up in the morning) or at night or whatever....sometimes I have horrible insomnia.

Anyway, Imaging not being able to move (cause your brain paralyzes you while you are dreaming so you don't act out your dreams) but not quite being awake or asleep...aware of yuor surroundings, but still dreaming.

I see shadows and distorted people as my dreams disolve and I fully wake...it's really scary and sometimes I catch myself sorta screamin...but not quite a scream as I come awake, which makes it that much more eerie.

I had a nightmare in the past where I was with some friends and were out at night -- violating the curfew. Somehow things got bizarre and I ended up with a baseball in my hand, ready to fight Freddy Krueger. I took a swing at him and I thought he was finished. He got up, went up to me, sliced me somewhere with his glove, and I immediately woke up when the claws made contact with my skin.

I didn't stay in the nightmare to see if I'd been killed or not.

I don't like the ones where I am either falling, I wake up suddenly because I had a nightmare my house was on fire, or I am in a situation where I can't breathe.

although i like a drink or two, i dont do drugs. just not my thing. and its something i'm quite proud of! its quite strange, just cos i've got long hair and am quite mellow by nature, people that i meet automatically assume i'm a stoner, when i'm absolutely not. and then they are surprised that i'm not! only drugs i take is DRINK! all the way hehe:evilgrin:


and katie, glad to see i'm not the only one! i tell my fiancee about them, and she gets freaked... she also says i talk alot in my sleep, something that my mam says too! like weird stuff like "the soldiers are dancing!" or just mumbles, but they say if you talk to me, i'll repeat what i just said or mumble something else!

Same thing here. Apparently one night, my mom heard me shouting at the top of my lungs "THE FLIES! THE FLIES ARE COMING!!". She then got up out of bed, tapped me, and then I sceamed "GAH! I'VE BEEN HIT!" or something :lol:

My ex used to talk in his sleep.....whole coherent sentences, like he was having a conversation with someone. I could always tell what he was dreaming about.....


Then he started having conversations with my best friend....and that's why he's an ex ;)

Sleep talking, hmm.. I do that. --But not unless you ask me a question. It's weird. One time, I just drifted off to sleep in the afternoon on a chair in the living room. My mom asked me a question, unaware that I was asleep, and this is how the conversation went:

Mom: "Do you know where your father is?"
Me: "..."
Mom: "Derek, do you know where your father is?"
Me: "...the lightning-house."
Mom: "What??"
Me: "He's in the lightning-house! You wouldn't understand!"

This has happened a few times, sometimes when I stayed overnight at a friends house.

As far as nightmares, I've had really weird dreams that scare me, and this is a recurring dream I've had:

The dream starts in my Kindergarden. We had these old wooden cabinets in the play area next to the playschool kitchen. I open it up, and hide inside it for some reason. When I close the door, the cabinet lights up, and I am somewhere else. In it, there are these creatures, they look a lot like the creatures from the beginning of The Dark Crystal (not the gelflings) or rather, a cross between them, and fraggles as for size and body-types. They are chained up to wooden posts under what looks like some kind of large wooden deck, laiden with lots of dead leaves. Dead-leaf orange light is diffused throughout the area by the thick, throat-drying leaf dust. They are slaves, and it is up to me to free them. But I'm only 6, I don't know what to do.

The lightning-house! :lol:

Well, I dreamnt I was one of those Xenomorphs from the Alien trilogy. In addition, I had two dreams that were akin to incest.