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…’
Hey, I used to have similar recurring dreams, they didn’t frighten me so much, but they annoyed me quite a bit – turns out it had to do with the placement of my bed to the window.
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.:rolleyes:
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…
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.
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!
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
I am living in my old upstairs apartment in Bremerton looking out over the bay, when the television is suddenly filled with static. Soon after all electricity shuts down. I see a big flash of light coming from the Seattle area. The light grows brighter and brighter, and I notice a large cloud of steam coming towards me over the water. As it comes closer I see that the bay itself is boiling and churning. The wind picks up, but over the noise of the wind I hear people screaming and running away from the water. Boats have burst into flame. The light, the steam and the noise all hit the apartment at the same time, and the large bay window bursts in, followed mere seconds later by the brick walls of the building. Glass and morter rip through my body.
I wake up again.
I remember having this re-occurring nightmare for many years: I was locked in a large hollow silo which must have been a hundred feet high. I was aware of a small thin ring of light at the very top and wondering what it was…when I ‘hear’ someone cut a rope on the outside. Immediately I feel the pressure of compressed air against me and I know that it is a giant sphere racing down upon me…air is desperately trying to escape around the thin area between the sphere and the silo but can’t escape fast enough, thus causing the stifling pressure. I feel my head start to explode and I see this ring of light getting bigger and bigger but can’t scream. Just before it squashes me flat I wake up.
Czarcasm: Eerie, and familiar. Very first time I ever saw the second Terminator flick, right after the nightmare scene Linda Hamilton’s character sees*, I turned to the friend I’d gone to the theater with, and said, “That’s what my nightmares are like.”
For whatever reason, whenever I’d have one of those nightmares, I was usually (in the dream, o’course) sitting at my computer at the time. The lights go, the PC dies - taking with it whatever unsaved thing I’d been working on - and as I’m cursing the power company and railing to myself about all the work I’d have to redo, I’d look out the window and see, well, that.
Mebbe my subconscious was trying to tell me there were worse things than retyping a few pages of a story/a couple lines of code?
If so, A Note To My Subconscious:
Next time, get the friggin’ message across without trying to give me a heart attack at the same time. Thanks a heap, jerk.
I hate waking up in a cold sweat with a pulse rate just above the vibrational frequency of Barry Allen. Yeesh.
*[sub]If you’ve not seen the movie, it’s pretty much the dream you’ve just described. Ka-blooie.[/sub]
Yeah, but I’ve been having that particular dream off and on since 1980. The only detail that changes are the people in the streets running for their lives.
Odd, that. It seems I’m almost always isolated, when one o’ those comes along. Maybe twice out of, oh, a couple dozen times, anyway, I recall being in a room with two or three “close friends.” Of course, dreams being what they are, these people are never anyone I actually know in the waking world.
Some of the dreams listed were terrifying and made for a good read.
Since my teens, I don’t recall having nightmares. As a child, I can still vividly recall the two main “type 2” recurring nightmares I had:
Mannequins:
I rarely had monster dreams, but always had nightmares about mannequins killing my family & absorbing me into their bodies. They weren’t always even full mannequins, they could be headless or just bra-display busts. I guess it’s part of the reason I still hate going shopping. Very weird, and pretty unique I assume. From time I’ll look in the back index of a dream analysis book or google it and always come up blank.
The “Wake-up-from-your-nightmare only-to-be-in-another-one” dream:
I never had 1/2 awake dreams, but recall @ least 4 times where I thought I had awoken from my nightmare, not realizing I was in another one. In one instance, I was being eaten by the blob and I dreamed I woke up crying. My parents came in to comfort me and 2 mannequins came out of me closet and killed them right at the side of my bed. When I really did awake…my heart was pounding so hard, I could see it.
Ironically, both of my type nightmares were later portrayed in Hollywood.
Mannequins: In a very creepy “Night Stalker” episode.
The “I thought I woke up” dreams: In that frightening hospital room scene in “An American Werewolf In London”
This happened a couple nights ago.
I am a 13 year old typical girl. I went to sleep.(duh.)
Its all kinda fazy, but I remember details. I was with these random 3 other people. (in the dream they were my friends, but thankfully I don’t remember seeing them in real life.)
I was in my house. There was a creeeeepy girl with black hair covering her face and she was trying to kill us. We ran and It was just me and my friend, I think the other one died.
Anyway…
We fell down, exhausted from running. I could remember hearing screams, I guess it was my missing friends.
I remember this exactly.
“THE MONSTER IS COMING” My friend has said. I nodded. I said,“Okay…I wonder if itll-”
Boom.
Black for a second, then it was like I was the monster, and I saw our bodies with our heads snapped and on the ground.
Then…
(we died several times.) :eek:
We were in my house, running outside. We made it outside. This death is similar to the first one. We fell again. But this time my friend said,
“We should kill ourselves, hurry!” I understood. Because the girl would kill us in awful ways.
So We snapped our necks. More black.
then…
a party. More poeple i don’t know. One friend was in the middle dancing, then the girl came and everyone ran but her. She was confused.
Then fire was everywhere! She ran and the girl threw her in flames.
(this is the last horrific death.)
I was finally actually dead with my friends, but we looked like humans. We were on a boat with mother. (mother was now the girl. the girl who killed us now was my mom…?)
and we made it to some weird dock. I had a couple human friends. It was Miya from the show girl meets world. I had a random brunette and a red head friend too.
then-momma came and scared them. Miya screamed, and her head flew off into the water. I screamed angrily,“MOMMA why must you make all my human friends sleep?”
She made the others go through the dock, which was now a weird deadly opstical course. they were chopped up in bits within seconds
i woke up and realized what happened.
I can’t sleep.
my closet is open.
THIS DREAM WAS REAL.
My most terrifying nightmare was quite recent… it was about a boy my age but not me in my school he was talking to a friend about weird things that happened to them… The other child replied to moon talked to him. The person that i was in the perspective as (the boy my age) screamed super high pitched and then it went black… I was back at my house and I was talking to who i presumed to be my grandfather then i went to heat some milk. I looked at the door to see it wide open with an arm holding it. I knew who it was. It was the man on the moon. I have gone paranoid after this dream .-.
Germany, 1978, and a very bad case of jet lag. The rest of my family was able to sleep it off in the afternoon of the day we arrived, but all I did was stare at the ceiling. Fast forward to the evening hours, they go out for dinner, but I tell them I am not hungry, and too tired.
Finally go out like a light…
I am in this cave underground, torches flickering on the walls. I walk into this large rough-hewn chamber, and see this huge pink thing on a sort of dias in the middle of the room. I was fully aware on some very deep level that the thing was alive in some way-seemed to be breathing, very slowly. I was utterly terrified, mainly that it would utterly consume me in some way.
I woke up drenched in a sweat, realizing that it was a giant phallus. I half awake try to pull on my jeans, they don’t fit…grab a towel to wrap around myself, go out and try to find my family in the restaurant.
Only when I sit down do I fully regain my wits, and realize that I had tried to put on my younger sister’s jeans.
Much later when I got into him, I discovered that Carl Jung had essentially the same dream-the phallic thing was utterly identical as was the setting. 100 years earlier and 200 or so miles to the southwest, in Switzerland.
:eek:
