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12-14-2002, 04:23 AM
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Dreams: what was your most terrifying nightmare?
When I was about twelve years old, I dreamed that I was watching my mother sleeping on the couch. She woke up and smiled at me. I wanted to hug her, but I couldn't move.
That's when I noticed the grayish white hands and arms that were slowly poking their way through the back of the sofa. There must have been a dozen or more pairs, extending out, and preening like cobras. They began to fondle and tickle my mother. Then, as she started slapping at them, they grabbed hold of her, some of them pinching her, and some of them choking her. She looked at me, her eyes bulging, and gurgled for help in a coarse whisper. I tried to move, but I was frozen fast. I could see her face turning a deep purple, and then she began sobbing and calling out my name. Suddenly, her head fell off the couch with a thud, and rolled along the floor to my feet. Her face was covered with welps and her mouth was frothing with her own slobber. Her eyes were bloodshot and staring straight at me. I struggled against what seemed like Jupiter gravity just to open my mouth and scream, "Mama!" And that's when I woke up. 
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#2
12-14-2002, 05:07 AM
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For all the terrifying nightmares I had when I was a kid the worst case of night terror I ever experienced was in college.
I was dreaming that I was in my bed (just as I actually was). There was nothing strange at first, nothing to indicate that this was a dream. Then, I had the conviction that there was someone else in the room. I opened my eyes and sure enough, there was someone in the room. He/she was looking out the window, back towards me. I then thought: "this person is the devil." Just as I did, it turned around revealing a, well, a very terrifying face. At that moment I woke up. I woke up, but of course I was in the same room, lying in the same position and even though I knew I was awake, somehow, I was still convinced that it was still in the room. I couldn't move. I tried to reason myself out of this terror but somehow it made things worse... What was certainly very enlightening about this experience is that even though I most certainly didn't believe in the devil, and because this had been covered in psych 101, I knew it was a night terror, it was still perhaps the most terrifying moment of my life.
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12-14-2002, 05:22 AM
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When I was about 4 or 5 I was very protective of my little sister, two years younger then me and we lived on Kilauea (our most active volcano) and I could see the lava flows from my bedroom window. All of which led to this dream.
It's a pitch black night except for the red glow emanating from a river of lava flowing right in front of me on some lava field. If you've ever seen lava fountaining out of the Earth in person you'll understand the sound I was hearing. I look across and see my little (and I mean little, she was a very tiny thing) sister standing on the other side smiling at me with this wicked red glow on her pixy face. Then to my absolute horror she kneels down and dips her head into the lava and then stands back up and faces me. That's when I woke up. I can't quite describe what her head looked like afterwards. Kind of like a large partly melted dollop of rock. Freaked me out. Actually that's the only nightmare I've ever had.
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12-14-2002, 06:28 AM
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I think I've probably had worse night terrors than this, but this one has stuck with me, not so much for the dream itself, but my reaction to it.
First of all, I have two levels of dreams (I'm sure this will sound familiar) -- sometimes you dream and you "know" it's a dream. Other times, it is so absolutely real, it's hard to convince yourself it didn't actually happen. This was one of the latter. I was in college when I had this dream. I'm sure an analyst would say it is representational of the out of control way I was leading my life then. But in the dream I was in this big delivery van with a bunch of friends -- like the big green van in Up In Smoke. At first we were just driving down the road normal as anything. And then my friends started to become anxious and thrashed around inside the van. I was still laughing but trying to tell them to knock it off. The van starts going faster and faster and I can't seem to slow it down. No breaks, no accelerator for that matter, just a steering wheel. I'm concentrating looking ahead on this wide urban street trying to figure out where I'll swerve to avoid an accident. I'm barely missing a dozen cars every hundred feet or so. And then I see it -- a little kid starting to walk out into the road and there's no place to go ... no way I can avoid hitting him ... just this little kid with me in this gigantic van screaming toward him. Right at the point where I was going to hit him, I saw his face clear as day looking up at me through the windshield with just this look of ... wonder. At that precise moment I bolted awake in a cold sweat, literally, my heart beating so fast and hard it hurt. I thought I was actually having a heart attack. I don't think I slept for two days after that.
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12-14-2002, 06:58 AM
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My most terrifying nightmare was a repeater, meaning I had it several times throughout my life. The last time I had it I remember exactly what precipitated it. I had been watching unsolved mysteries (um...redundant much?) and they had a special on the Shroud of Turin. I remember drifting off to sleep watching that.
In my dream, I saw through my eyes, I was in a large Hangar. Their were about 14, or so, jet fighters in it. They were a bit fuzzy and about 100 feet away from me. I remember thinking that my seeing wasn't exactly stellar, because everything had a blur to it. I couldn't make out fine lines. I remember walking around this hanger and it being slightly chilly; I wasn't cold, but the chilly air made me frightened-if that makes any sense. I finally saw someone, but they weren't facing me. They were turned around facing some of the planes-not doing anything, just sort of standing there with their arms hanging at their sides. It creeped me out. The next thing I remember was being face to face with this man. Or should I say face to blank face, because he didn't have a face. He just had a normal looking head, and flesh where his features were supposed to be. No nose, no eyes, not even a mouth, was to be seen. I remember thinking that I wasn't scared. The person raised his hand and it appeared to have stripes on it. In place of a specific color, the stripes were see-through. It looked as though something had meticulously carved triangular sections out of the person's hand, except there was no blood and he didn't seem in pain. Now this frightened me. On the several occasions that I had this dream, this was the point at which I would wake up.
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#6
12-14-2002, 09:17 AM
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Sort of like Lib's, I guess.
I was in 4th grade. I dreampt that I had to watch my mom getting buried alive. That was bad.
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12-14-2002, 09:19 AM
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Oh, and Meatros. Why is it that when they run the "if you have any information that can lead to the arrest of this man" speil, they always have to show the most unnervingly creepy picture of the suspect? I remember that show always doing that, and it was always too creepy.
Oh, I remember the Shroud of Turin episode you were talking about, too. Strange.
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12-14-2002, 09:42 AM
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As a child of the Cold War, I had many terrifying dreams about atomic bombs going off. In one, my cousin & I were looking out a window when a bomb went off a couple of miles away. We saw an incredible light and then the mushroom cloud. Someone said to get down on the floor, and as we all lay on the floor, I knew there was going to be some kind of travelling intense heat wave that would broil us all alive. I was very angry that I would die without knowing what had happened, and I kept thinking, "You fools, don't you know that when I die the universe disappears?"
Also, I grew up in tornado alley and had recurring tornado nightmares. These stopped when a tornado ripped through the neighborhood, tearing out two 40-foot pine trees across the street, and I slept through it. I am now somewhat notorious for being able to sleep through tornado sirens, minor earthquakes, and other disasters.
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12-14-2002, 10:20 AM
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One thing I don't get is why I always open these threads before sleeptime. (Not this time, though, but I have a feeling I WILL open it again just before sleeptime, when there are more (and even more terrifying) nightmares in it.) I hate nightmares.
I don't remember the most terrifying, but I've had some where my mother and/or father attacks me. Always a mindfuck.
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12-14-2002, 10:38 AM
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 I agree with your synopsis on the pictures though. They always seem to be "staring" at me in ways that the people on "America's Most Wanted" could never achieve.
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#13
12-14-2002, 11:10 AM
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I think my most vivd nightmare happened about 5 years back, so I would have been around 19. I was trapped in a huge house dimly lit with pale blue light. It was night, and the house was filled with pale, almost spectral people with dead, fixed eyes, walking slowly back and forth. There was wind howling outside. I tried to hide, and then to get out the door, but one of the people caught me, and held me down. After a few minutes, he started chanting, "He's coming, he's coming..." and every time he said it, a door somewhere in the house would slam. The front door started to open, and I woke up. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. What I don't get is that I like night, and wind, and moonlight. Weird.
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12-14-2002, 11:13 AM
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12-14-2002, 11:42 AM
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My worst is pretty common I think - None of the lights work.
At first it would scare the shit out of me - because I used to have a bit of a phobia of the dark. But lately it's not so bad - I tend to realize "oh, it's just that none-of-the-lights-work dream" at which point I wake up. One day (hopefully) I will be able to turn them into Lucid dreams - recognising that 'it's the none-of-the-lights-work dream' means recognising it's a dream. And that's how you turn a dream into a lucid dream.
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12-14-2002, 11:44 AM
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A week or so after watching Red Dragon, I dreamed that I was some sort of serial killer akin to the killer in the movie. I didn't dream about any of the actual murders, but I remember confessing to my mother and my girlfriend, and then just sitting there in total surrender. I knew that I had done horrible things, and I almost felt relief to have finally given myself up; now I could just wait to be taken to prison or a psychiatrict hospital.
As the dream wore on, though, I began to regret confessing, because I realized that I couldn't actually remember any of the killings. Doubts about whether or not I was actually a killer entered my head, and I became afraid that I had just thrown my life and freedom away by confessing. I woke up, and began to tell my parents that I wasn't actually a killer. They seemed mildly annoyed that I confessed, but didn't have much of a reactions. If I had been more aware, at this point I would have realized that I was still dreaming, since my parents couldn't know about what I had dreamed yet if I had just woken up. After talking to them for a few minutes, I truly woke up, and was very relieved not to be a serial killer.
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12-14-2002, 11:46 AM
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My plane crash dreams are the worst of my nightmares.
Im not on the plane; I see it coming down ahead of me. Sometimes it's closer than others, but I'm usually racing toward the scene trying to save people. But lately it's been getting closer and closer. A few weeks ago it came down as I was driving down the street. I saw it in the distance but I couldn't stop the car. I saw it as it hit the ground, then flames shot out, engulfing my car. I could feel myself dissolving, felt the heat, heard the hissing. It was the most realistic nightmare I've ever had, and I couldnt sleep for two nights, and only then after a double dose of benadryl. It seems that I have developed a phobia because of it too. It really sucked last week when I had to drive past Fed Ex/Airport every morning. I had a full blown panic attack last friday when a plane passed directly overhead and I was trapped at a red light. My coworker had to shove me over and drive the rest of the way to work. How embarrassing!
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#18
12-14-2002, 06:35 PM
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Rushgeekgirl, I have the airplane dream too. Ever since I was a kid.
I'm on the ground, and I see the plane start to SPIN really fast. Then it goes wildly out of control. I always hope it crashes some place AWAY from me. I'm a coward because I always run away from the crash. Sometimes there is more than 1 plane spinning and crashing. You can't imagine how awful this is. Sometimes the planes will crash in mid air. Then I'm more frightened because I don't want to get hit by the junk from the plane. Or the people. I've gone from dreaming about this to instantly being awake. My heart is pounding like mad when I wake up. The crazy thing is I like to fly in planes.
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12-14-2002, 11:39 PM
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My worst nightmare happened not all that long ago. I don't remember what the rest of the dream was about, just that I was talking to someone, and my younger daughter was there with us, and my older daughter was dead. The dream didn't address what happened to her, nor was it about her death or how it happened; it was just an accepted fact that she was dead.
It had been years since I'd gone and made sure my children were breathing in the middle of the night, but as soon as I woke up from that one, I did the rounds.
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#20
12-15-2002, 12:03 AM
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I have vivid nightmares fairly often (usually involving losing my teeth or being stabbed in the stomach), but this was one of the most frightening...
A few years ago, I dreamt that I woke up in my bed, where I was lying on my stomach. (At this point, I was not aware that this was a dream.) I became aware of a presence behind me, as though someone were sitting on top of me, straddling my back. I couldn't see anyone, but I had the impression that the being was male and was not human. I heard a terrible, low growl and suddenly felt hands around my neck. The thing was strangling me and pulling me up at the same time, so that the top half of my body was being lifted up off the bed while my hips and legs were pinned to the bed. I was filled with an indescribable feeling....like intense terror and disgust combined, with extra misery....I have never felt such a horrible sensation. I had (in real life) a metal folk-art sculpture of Christ's Sacred Heart nailed above my bed, and in the dream I looked at it (I was lifted up so that my eyes were level to it) and started praying to my guardian angel. I made it about half-way through the prayer, and then I woke up. I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen, and by some great stroke of luck, my roommate was up doing her laundry at the time (this was around 4:30 am) -- she made me hot chocolate and sat with me until I calmed down enough to go back to bed.
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12-15-2002, 12:16 AM
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I have alot of dreams but the only nightmare I can think of where I can remember being terrified was when I was in grade 4 or 5. I remember seeing these creatures at the foot of my bed and their heads were round, big eyes kind of like aliens but at the time I would not have known what an alien looked like because I was too young but anyways Im kicking my feet away and pushing myself backwards to my headboard. And these things are just standing there staring at me. I remember being terrified.
Other dreams I've had involve ghosts but they havent scared me as much as this one had at the time and has stuck with me since.
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12-15-2002, 12:16 AM
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12-15-2002, 12:41 AM
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Spiders crawling all over me. Large-fanged, colorful and hairy spiders the size of my hand crawling all over me, and I'm helpless to do anything about it. Spiders jumping out at me, I'm bumbling about, doing the 'Getitoffame' dance, and all the while, I'm running into their umbrella-sized webs, getting more spiders all over me. Babies, egg sacs... I had this sort of dream two nights in a row, and I woke up in a gasp both times.
I hate spiders.
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#24
12-15-2002, 02:22 AM
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I had recurrent dreams about malfunctioning lifts for a number of years. It even got to the point where in my dreamstate, I just knew that getting into the elevator was a Very Bad Idea.
However the worst one was when the lift doors opened, and there were people inside so I figured it was OK to get in too. But all the others were at the back of the lift, and as I stepped in, at the front, there was no floor.....so I began plummetting down the shaft. I remember praying that I would at least lose consciousness before I hit the bottom, not wanting to suffer any pain on my death. I don't recall waking up first, or whether I just accepted that I was dead as a doornail...... Luckily I haven't had one of those elevator dreams for a few months now!!
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12-15-2002, 03:01 AM
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Once, I had a dream where there was some kind of war. The details are fuzzy, but it was definately a war. We had old time weapons--a rifle with a bayonet.
We were fighting this war, and there was a battle. I was fighting. And there was this guy I knew, a guy I hadn't seen for years, really, and he was on the other side. I killed him. It was graphic. I basically bashed his head in repeatedly with the butt-end of the gun, and stabbed him with the bayonet. This was one of those full-sensory dreams. You know, one of the ones where you can feel such subtleties as vibrations, can hear the most minute sounds. . . . . .the worst thing was, I didn't want to kill him. It was like something was making me do it. . .except part of me was enjoying it. . . . . .right after I killed him, I woke up, so scared. I could see the alarm clock, so I know I was awake. I tried to call out to my mom (I was 17 at the time). Nothing. Couldn't talk. Couldn't move. Sleep paralysis. I was so shaken the next day that I couldn't go to school. I mean, it was so real, it was like it actually happened. I'd gotten enough sleep, but I was emotionally drained. A mess. Interestingly enough, I saw the guy a couple of weeks later. He was working at Burger King. I couldn't help thinking, in a small part of my mind, hey, didn't I kill him? Isn't he dead? --------------------- On a somewhat lighter note, I had an interesting half-awake dream last weekend. I was at my SOs, and I was sick. We were both having trouble sleeping. I'd nodded off at some point, but was so sick that I was mildly wimpering or something (gods, I was miserable. Stuffed nose, sinus pains, and body aches. I wanted to claw my own face off). This caused my SO, who was still awake, to hold me. I was grateful, vaguely, I really was. However, for some reason, my half-awake mind constructed a dream where he'd gotten me into the creative writing class I wanted back at school. So I blearily thanked him for "getting me creative writing." He figured I was sleep talking. Nope, I was actually thinking. It was just messed up.
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12-15-2002, 09:42 AM
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The two most terrifying dreams I've ever had both involved cars. I had both these dreams when I was a kid.
In the first one, I'm strapped in the backseat with the seatbelt and my parents are in the front. For some reason, they both get out and leave the car running. While I am sitting there, watching my parents out the window. The car slips into gear and rolls backwards down this big hill and I watch my parents try to catch up with it. In the second car dream, I'm standing at the end of a long dirt road. I see a cloud of dust coming towards me and then I see my dad's truck. It's getting closer and closer and I'm standing there waiting for my dad to pick me up. The truck pulls up alongside me. There's still dust flying around so I can't see my dad. I walk closer, the dust clears, and I see the truck is empty. Then the window rolls down by itself. That dream scared the crap outta me when I was a kid! *shudder*
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12-15-2002, 12:12 PM
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I've had two running series of nightmares - they haven't reocurred in many years, but they were both very memorable.
From the time I was 7 or 8 all the way up unitl I was probably 16 or 17, I kept having this dream about severed body parts. I would meet someone in the front hall of my house and when I went to shake their hand, the arm would come off. The person wouldn't think anything of this and would simply put the detatched arm in the coat closet along with their coat and hat. The problem was that they wouldn't ever take the parts with them when they left, so after a while, there were many, many detached body parts in that closet. As the dream progressed over the years, the parts started to assemble themselves into rather freakish monsters (5 legs and 4 arms, but no body or head - that sort of thing.) These dreams would end with a body part reaching out toward me from the closet and grabbing my arm or leg or whatever. Later on in my 20's and 30's, I had a recurring nightmare that involved an elevator or some kind of mechanical lift. I would get into it at the first floor and press a button for, say, the 15th floor. The elevator would, however, exit the top of the main building at about the 10th floor and would then be pushing it's way up through this very bizzare "hidden" space in the building. The space was simply huge, dark and cavernous - seeming to be thousands of feet across and many hundreds of feet down. The elevator, of course, had lost all of it's walls and doors by then and I found myself standing on this plain platform with no protection from falling going up and up and up and up ..... At different times, the elevator was a little different and sometimes so was the "secret space" - very occasionally, someone would be on the elevator with me. These dreams would end when the elevator reached the "top" and suddnely stopped, launching me off the platform and out into the empty space to fall thousands of feet to my death. Both terrified me fully when I was younger. Now I just have stress nightmares about what I'm not getting accomplished at work 
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12-15-2002, 12:32 PM
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My worst nightmare involved my oldest son dying.
In the dream, there was a cop who would not allow me to go near my son's body, but kept trying to force me to look at a picture of his face. That's about all I can recall about that one, I think I woke up pretty quickly. I have had other nightmares involving my sons being in danger of some kind, kidnapped or abused in some way. It seems to me that these dreams represent fears about the well-being of my offspring and possibly unprocessed guilt or anxieties about my parenting skills. Lots of fun, those.  Other than that, all of us in the family have night-terrors, wherein you wake up screaming but can't recall what scared you. There have been incidences of minor injuries when one of us has dashed out of bed, still half-asleep, trying to flee some unknown terror, and run into walls or furniture.
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#29
12-15-2002, 01:16 PM
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My worst nightmares deal with zombies. I have them, more or less, a few times a year. Some years, nothing. Other years, they return. The main plot is more or less similar—I mean, they're zombies, not a lot one can do with it—but sometimes I become a zombie when one bites me. Another time I was a vampire in a town overrun with zombies. Oh shit, that one was terrible. And it felt like it went on forEVER.
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12-15-2002, 01:49 PM
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I've had many a nightmare in my time. (I'm a lucid dreamer too, so if I realise it's a dream, I just go with it an let it be scary, confident that if the dream gets out of hand, I can either take control or wake myself up.)
Strangely, the most terrifying dream to me now seems quite benign. What freaked me out was the concept. Firstly, I think it was partially inspired by an episode of Fantasy Island, in which there was some Satan-worshipping nemesis of "Mr. Roark" -- I only remember that this guy worshipped a little, red statue of "Pan." In the dream, I was in some kind of gravel pit with my Uncle. Suddenly, I could see a mirage-like apparition of a leprechaun of sorts. Actually, it looked like that statue of Pan, but green and illuminated with an eerie green glow. But the apparition wasn't here. It was more like there was a rip in the fabric of this reality and through the "tear in the curtain" I was looking into a whole other universe -- the universe where this evil, little being lived. I don't know how I knew it was evil, but there was know doubt in my mind that this thing was supremely evil and powerful on a cosmic level. Ultimately, it wasn't the scary leprechaun that woke me up and left me absolutley terrified, but the concept that there were other space-time continuums (sp? pl?), and that my reality shared the same space as another, and that these evil things from other dimensions could rip through and engulf my reality. Note: I was about 6 years-old when I had this dreams, so conceptually it scared the crap outta me. Now, I just think "leprechaun in a gravel pit, big whoop."
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#31
12-15-2002, 06:35 PM
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gallows, I also had recurring nightmares about losing my teeth. Strange thing to be worried about. Of course, it does keep me flossing.
 My most horrifying nightmares are of my children getting hurt. I get on the phone to dial 911, but I keep messing up and have to hang up and dial again. And just last night I had a dream that we were living back in our townhouse in New York. My husband came home and said the marriage was over and he was leaving me. After a huge fight, he got into his car and started pulling out of the garage. I was so mad I started throwing cans of Campbell's Chicken Noodle at his red sports car and denting the hood. (Wonder what Freud would say about that?) When I woke up, I was still pissed at him.
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12-15-2002, 09:24 PM
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ever since i was really little i've always had a real problem with vampires, don't ask me why cause i really don't know. i just know that if you touch my neck you will get punched.....a few people had to find this out the hard way. anywho,this is one i had recently.
before i actually fell asleep, by bf and i were watching the movie Blade 2 (not the best choices i know but he really wanted to see it!) i was really tired and ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie. in the dream i was in this huge rat maze type thing, tall white-ish walls, floor, ceiling, and there was a thick glowing blue fog everywhere. so basically i couldn't see where i was going and had to feel my way along. i wandered around for awhile when i realized i was being chased. i tried to go faster and lose whoever it was, but i only ended up tripping myself. the third time i trip i look behind me and i see my bf.....then he smiles and i see the vampire fangs. at this point he said something along the lines of 'run it's more fun' i get up and run as fast as i can and no matter what i do he's right behind me. finally i just collapse cause i'm so tired. i shut my eyes and then i felt a hand on my neck. about here i woke up to see my bf's face about an inch away from mine, and this was one of those dreams where i didn't realize i was dreaming or that i had actually woken up. so of course, i scream and jump away and succeed in scaring him and waking up everyone in the house. it took a good hour of him sitting a good ways away from me and talking to me before he could convince me that it was just a dream and probably another half hour before i finally stopped shaking. doncha just love and overactive and psyco imagination?
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12-15-2002, 10:18 PM
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I had one last night where I was in World War 2. I need to write that one down.
Another one a few years ago where my siblings and mom are in my (then) room hanging out with the door open (that's important because my room was at the foot of the stairs which started by the front door). I believe my mom is on the phone as well maybe. So there at the front door appears this long-haired, scraggy fellow. Very scary looking. I see him and I get really scared, I guess mom mom notices him or something. The next several seconds are basically a blank due to the time lapse of several years, so forgive me on that. He breaks in through the front door, and my mom closes the door to the room to essentially *hide* from this person and calls the proper authorities. She's talking very calm to them but this stranger has mounted the stairs and gone through my brother's room (near the stairs, with a bathroom that joins my then room) and I have found another phone and shout "do something!". Then the scraggy fellow kills my mother. He stabs her. I was about 10 at the time, so you can imagine the effect it had on me. He stabs her, and then he goes after me; stabs me, I fall back and die in a bathtub. I woke up in a sweat. And prayed. And another dream involving Satan, my two brothers + a dream brother, that same room, and my mother. Another dream involving my brothers, my dad who is evil in that dream, and that same room. I think it had something to do with the way my bed faced the door. Bad Karma. Although the last two have been dreamt in my current room (I moved into my brother's old room years ago). So I dunno. But I have no time now to tell you those stories, you'll have to wait until tomorrow perhaps. I should go to bed now. Hehe. Bed.
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12-15-2002, 10:23 PM
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To add: Yes, the War dream was pretty scary. Another odd chapter in Captain Rocko's How I Won the War, but a sad one. It wasn't just the War itself, it was adjusting after the war that was sad as well. Another Deer Hunter-inspired dream, I'll bet. Dream-me nearly cried at the end. I'll tell you how goes, don't worry. And a link to the first chapter of the series.
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#35
12-15-2002, 10:49 PM
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I have nightmares fairly often, but the most terrifying one was while I was in college.
At first it seemed like watching a horror movie about a tropical island. There were torn bodies strung up with vines in trees, and just beyond where I could see, there was something large and deadly crashing through the jungle. Someone, I assume a survior of the attack, called a house with several people in it and said "it's coming." Everyone scrambled. I ended up with someone's little kid, a blond girl about four-years-old depending on me to save her. I was scared witless, but decided I was going to do my damnest to save the kid and myself. So I picked her up and raced to the third floor. But there was no place to go. I couldn't let her know that, so I locked the door and blocked it with something. Then we hid under the covers on the bed while we waited for it, which we could hear in the house now, come to get us. Eventually it got into the room and began to pull on the blankets, so we kicked at it and screamed. Eventually I woke up a little and realized that there wasn't a monster or a kid, so I must be kicking at one of my parents who was trying to wake me up, so I decided that I ought to stop kicking at whoever was pulling on the blankets. Then I realized that I went to bed in my dorm room, not my bedroom at home, so I should be completely alone. That shocked me awake for real.
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#36
12-15-2002, 11:40 PM
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Perhaps not ‘terrifying’ but certainly the most emotionally unsettling… (Level 2 ‘real’ dream, as per Jack Batty’s definition) I was on death row with only a few hours to my execution. My girlfriend and I were sitting on a prison bed in a cell hugging and talking. We are talking about all the things we are going to do together throughout our life, the places we will see, the things we will achieve, where we will live, our marriage, the children we will have, their names, professing our love, etc… She didn’t know what was about to happen, so we were talking enthusiastically and she was deliriously happy and in floods of tears because we were envisaging such a beautiful life together. In the meantime I was putting on this act while inside my stomach is churning and I had such vivid feelings of desperation, futility, dread and ultimately guilt that I was going to let her down so awfully after building her hopes so high.
I don’t remember at what point I woke up, but I had tears on my face and feel terribly sad every time I remember it…so much so that I haven’t even been able to describe or discuss it with her.
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#37
12-15-2002, 11:44 PM
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For some reason, I stopped having real nightmares about when I hit puberty. I still have dreams about really scary stuff, but except for a few work-stress dreams, I never feel afraid when I wake up.
When I was little, though, I had some real frights. One that I still remember was the shrouded skeleton living with our family. Nobody else seemed to notice there was anything strange about having it sit with us at the dinner table eating mashed potatoes. When the rest of my family was out, however, the skeleton came after me and managed to catch me in the back yard. I woke up after it had taken several large bites out of my head.
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#38
12-16-2002, 01:33 AM
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I had terrible re-occuring nightmares when I was a kid untill I got to be about 14.. then I started to learn to lucid dream just to get rid of them.
By far the worst dream was completely devoid of any kind of visual component. In my dream I would 'wake up' or whatever and find myself blindfolded and tied up and hanging by my wrists and ankles. There was this horrible noise in the direction of my head, very mechanical.. huge gears clanking.. steam hissing.. whirring sounds.. just really loud and horrible. Every few seconds I would jerk forward a few feet towards the direction of the noise and come to a stop.. I would sway a bit.. the noise would get louder and I'd jerk forward again. The dream ended when I was directly over the source of the noise and was dropped into it. Man that was bad. There was another really bad one where I would be out stargazine and one by one all of the stars would grow tails and get brighter and closer and untill they were blindingly hot and I would wake up.
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#39
12-16-2002, 02:59 AM
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I used to have a re-occuring dream as well for all of my childhood.
You remember the wolfman from about...1950? 1960? It was a popular horror movie. Anyways, my dad made me watch it once with him and I will never, ever, watch it again. I would have a a dream that was a at a travel bus shack thing and it was me and my family. Then he would come and sit with us. And I always wondered why everyone was all calm and relaxed while I sat there screaming my head off. The rest is a blur, and then we are in a library and it's just me and he shows up and kills me. I would wake up screaming and crying. Everynight for about 3 years. That's not even the worst part. The worst was I had this dresser that sat infront of my window, and when I was little I always slept with the door of my room open. When you lie in my bed, and look out the door it's just a wall. So I would wake up and the light from the streets would shine through the window, and the siluoettes (can't spell) of my dolls would make the exact shadow of the wolfman on the wall outside my room. I would lay in bed screaming as loud as my little lungs would go. So that's a dream from when I was a kid. A few months ago, I had another scary one. Me and my friends went to this abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere and there was a book on the table. It said if you said this womans name 41 times, she would show herself to you. So we did and her body was hanging from the tree outside. So we would go outside and look at it, that was scary as hell, but that's not the half of it. While we were outside...actually for those of you who have seen the movie 'The Ring', I'm sure you all remember the well that she crawled out of...So when we were outside there was a well, and this dream was before I had watched this movie, and we went by the well and we looked inside. While we did that, this guy, came running out of the bushes with this GIANT knife in each hand wanting to stab each of us to death. That wasn't even that scary...the scariest thing was his face. It was completely white, red eyes...and this joker-like smile that never moved...It I could show you a picture I would..I'll never forget that face.. So he chased us around forever until we ran into my old church and hid in there. We tried explaining to people that someone was out there trying to kill us but the priest told us to shut up and go outside, so we had no choice. So we snuck outside trying to make sure he wasnt around, and right when we thought it was clear, he came running at me and stabbed me about a good 40 times. I was still asleep at this point and watched it all in my dream, blood flying everywhere, and that god damned face...I woke up convulsing and screaming for about 20 minutes...and my brother was like, "Oh my God, what's wrong with you?" Oh, I had another one which wasnt all that scary, but it freaked me out. I was in my kitchen and I was looking in a mirror and I took a scapel and cut off the top of my skull until my brain was exposed. For some reason, this apparently didn't hurt. So I was looking in the mirror at my brain and I start poking around at it. Then I poked the wrong part, and at this time, while I was asleep, my whole body started shaking, litterally, because I felt it in my sleep. Then in my dream I dropped to the floor because I had killed myself from touching that one part. I saw through my eyes me falling to the ground, laying there, eyes not moving but still watching as blood started surrounding my body going past the view I had while dead on the floor. My body was still shaking at this point but I couldnt wake up. Until finally, which seemed like forever, I woke up convulsing, yet again, lol. Watching yourself die, isn't very fun... Wow, I typed a lot.
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#40
12-16-2002, 04:59 AM
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I've had two dreams that disturbed me for some reason.
1. A slightly larger than life insect stung my hand causing the skin and muscle to dissolve. I vividly remember looking at bone and veins. 2. Mushrooms growing on my body. This is hard to explain, but it it totally freaks me out when I think about it.
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#41
12-16-2002, 05:42 AM
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Lib>your dream has completely freaked me out. What a brain you’ve got. Ever thinking of writing a horror novel one day?
One of my worst nightmares featured my mum, as well. I guess it must be a primeval thing. Anyway, it’s not as scary as many of those mentioned here, but it has a certain eerie charm. So, in my dream I was talking to my mum, and she was talking to me about an old childhood friend of hers. What was odd was that this friend lived in a little house at the bottom of the garden, and she and my mother used to play together everyday. I pictured them playing together in the dream, in a kind of pretty sunshiney nostalgic vignette. And then my mother tells me ‘but she died…’ and looks at me strangely ‘and I died with her…’ 
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#42
12-16-2002, 10:37 AM
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I only remember three of them. The one was similar to yours with the stars. Only it was during the day, and instead of stars they were alien ships (I guess we were at war with little green men.) The ships would dive in a suicide run -- they looked like the sun, but would get even brighter and brighter until I was blinded. Another was that I was being chased by some giant, skinny, video game-like bad guy with a deep "mwah-ha-ha-ha" voice. Everything was white, walls, floors, ceiling, my clothes, the skinny giant -- it looked kind of like The Matrix when there was nothing loaded into it (remember when they just walk around in all all-white background?) The third -- and this is when I figured out why I was having the dreams -- took place by a frozen lake in winter. Snow was on the land, the sky was an even fog, bright white/grey, the lake was thick white ice. In the dream, someone fell through the ice and I was trying to get help. I was considering diving in the water to pull him out, but thought "yikes, I could get trapped under the ice! If I think I'm scared now..." What's worse, I was starting to suffer from snow blindess. So why these dreams? Our bedroom was in a loft-type room with three big windows (4' X 6' each). The windows faced the south and so had almost direct sunlight as soon as it was day. They were all covered with white, PVC blinds. The foot of the bed met the ledge of one window. Every morning I was blasted with bright, white sunlight. Even though my eyes were closed, the brightness was pretty extreme and it got translated into sleepy dreamtime.
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#43
12-16-2002, 11:46 AM
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Daymare, actually. One afternoon I dozed off in my chair. In the dream, I awoke, same chair, same place, except...
I looked around the room, shocked. All the plants were dried up and brown, long dead. A thick layer of dust lay over everything. Cobwebs hanging all over. And outside the window, a dull red sun was going down on the ruins of the town... <shudder>
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#44
12-16-2002, 12:47 PM
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Rushgeekgirl ,
Do I watch the skies when I'm driving? Um...yes. I'm pretty sure I'd go insane if I ever really saw this happen. I tell myself if my plane was ever going down in real life and wasn't SPINNING, I could accept that. "Well, I'm gonna die in a plane crash, but we're just diving into the earth. No spinning involved. Okeydokey, that's OK with me. Next stop, Heaven." I did go slightly crazy a few year ago when the Thunderbirds were at an air show I went to. After all, they do rolls and loops. I kept telling myself it's ok, because they WANT to do it. My 100th post. What do I win?
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#45
12-16-2002, 01:16 PM
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I used to dream about being chased. The villains chasing me changed but the fear was always the same. Not much else to the dream.
Other dreams that were more terrifying when thinking about them typically involved me getting up and doing my normal routine all day long and getting home, going to bed, and then waking up again. I would always wake up exhausted and would wonder where all that extra time went. It was even stranger going through the day and seeing/doing the same things but having a feeling like you couldn't change anything. Even conversations were the same. To my mind, it was like living in a repeating hell where everything happens out of apathy or boredom. YIPES!
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#46
12-16-2002, 02:00 PM
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I don't remember my scariest nightmare.
Seriously; once I woke up screaming (scared the shit out of my wife) with absolutely no recollection of what it was that had me so scared. It took me five minutes to calm down enough to even consider trying to go to sleep again. Although a few days ago I had a dream where I kept thinking I was waking up and getting out of bed, but after a few minutes I'd find myself back in bed. Then I'd get out of bed and start over. It was like I was caught in a time loop, aware that I was repeating myself but unable to stop. When I finally did wake up for real, it took me a minute to convince myself that I wasn't still caught in the loop.
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#47
12-16-2002, 07:08 PM
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Somnambulist
Your post reminded me of a similar dream I have had and nearly blocked from memory. I was on death row waiting to die, some stuff about talking to my mom and what not, I apparently was a horrible brutal killer and I had confessed my crime. But as the time got nearer I started having doubts over if I was the killer or not, just like Insomnomad's dream. Eventually I gave myself the benefit of the doubt and was horrified at the prospect of dying. But I did anyways. Some guy grabbed me and jammed a needle into my arm and I slowly died. Eesh. That part when I was dying was just.... creepy.
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#48
12-17-2002, 03:00 AM
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Hola!
My bad dreams are drug dreams (I used to do cocaine everyday), and dreams that I am going away or am in prison. I also sometimes have airplane crash dreams (my father was a pilot), and being in a situation where I am forever seperated from my wife. Bad stuff. A stupid nightmare I have is that I cannot graduate from school, I am 35 and still in High School. Also, in the dream, I get panicky because I am failing and the classes are incredibly hard. I hated school so who knows? SENOR
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#49
12-17-2002, 05:36 PM
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My worst dreams are recurring dreams. It's impossible for me to dream lucid dreams (trust me, I've tried).
I haven't had this one in a long time, but it still freaks me out. My mom, dad and I are in a car driving down a HUGE street. I mean HUGE. Each way is at least twenty lanes, and there are four. The whole thing is several miles long. It's going down a hill, and I mean straight down a hill, with nothing on either side. Just a straight dropoff as soon as you're on the shoulder. Suddenly, my dad (who is an excellent driver and would NEVER have done this) decides we are going the wrong way. He pulls a U turn. The problem is the entire road is full of cars, all speeding along at roughly seventy miles an hour. As a result, we crash. But even that's not the really scary part. The glass in the windows shatters into a million pieces. The shards go flying into my eyes and my skin. I can't breathe, and I can't see, and suddenly, I'm falling. I am fully aware of what's happened. I have fallen off the side of the cliff. The fall never ends. Ever. Eventually cars, dead bodies, ripped and bleeding body parts all start falling down after me. We're all falling at the same speed, so everything is just falling down at the same pace. I end up next to a dead man, who is bloated like he's drowned, with his eyes bulged out and his skin mutated. Whenever I woke up, I found myself at my door. Somehow, in my dream, I always ended up getting out of bed, walking across the room, and putting my hand on the doorknob. Then---bangarang---I'm awake, and I'm standing up. I know that doesn't sound too scary, but it's just the falling part. I love heights, and I like falling (bungee jumping and so on) but in that dream.... it's like everything is floating. Burning cars. Slow and inevitable. <shudder>
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#50
12-17-2002, 07:16 PM
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I haven't had any really scary dreams. I have dreams that should be scary, but aren't. I kind of enjoy them, in fact.
I'm always running from someone (Death in a pale horse, a friend gone crazy, some random serial killer) and even though I'm running much faster than I can in real life, I can't quite get to safety fast enough (safety is always somewhere with a door. My house, a room in the house I stayed at in Italy once, a classroom at school). I get behind the door and sometimes I can close it, but I can't lock it, and sometimes I can't even get it closed before whoever's chasing me grabs it and pulls it open. Then I have to run again, and it happens all over again. It's kind of exhilarating, actually. I think I know they're dreams, which is why I enjoy them instead of being scared.
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