I, for one, do, and I’m a 20-year-old male. Usually on the order of a few a month. I typically can’t remember them in the morning, but just last night I had two, both of which actually startled me out of sleep with the oft-portrayed gasp. That prompted me to start this thread.
The first involved being in some sort of a one-story building with many rooms, maybe like a doctor’s office. There was a large room and many smaller ones. I was one of many mild-mannered citizens minding his/her own business in the large waiting room when suddenly several disheveled, disgruntled men come in with guns a-blazing. They demanded we empty our pockets/purses/etc. and dump everything on the floor. Then just to make sure we weren’t still trying to sequester anything away, they began to set explosives all throughout the building and detonate them at random, with guards at all the exit. The pandemonium from one explosion would only send the crowd stampeding towards another area, where there was of course a high likelihood of another explosive detonating.
The second started off outdoors. This dream was somewhat like Stephen King’s The Mist. Off in the far distance was what looked like a very large tornado bearing down on the community in which I found myself. It was moving really slowly, though, and so it seemed nothing more than a strange oddity. Don’t ask why there weren’t any scientific investigations of this thing; I couldn’t tell you. So since it didn’t seem to be a danger, I went out with some friends to some kind of shopping mall.
While there, this “tornado” came closer and closer, until eventually the wind forced people to take shelter. Coming along with this “tornado” were very large, lumpy, gray bubbles. When the bubbles popped, creatures like wraiths and ghouls emerged. I took shelter in a subterranean parking garage with many other people scared witless.
Then somehow, I made it back home unharmed and proceed to rush throughout the house to see where everyone was. I remember going downstairs and finding a cell phone lying on the ground, still turned on. A voice was projecting from the speaker. I dashed for the phone and remember hearing someone ask repeatedly if anyone was there, was anyone alive to receive the caller? The phone was positioned near an open door leading to my garage.
As I bent down to pick up the phone, I looked out the door and through the garage to the my driveway. There, floating down the driveway towards the garage door - and thus towards me - was a wraith with a rake that had been snapped such that there was a wicked, jagged edge. The sight of the wraith with the makeshift spear, on top of the horror of people dropping like flies to wraiths around the shopping mall, on top of the desperation of rushing home to find the place deserted, woke me with my heart pounding.
So, anyone willing to own up to still having nightmares?