The worst dream I had recently was being dead, buried and still aware. Nothing overtly terrifying, but uttlerly bleak, and horrifying.
I hate nightmares, but they’re mostly the dreams I have. I’m glad I only remember one dream a month or so.
amen. nightmares rule.
If you like your nightmares, are they really nightmares???
I can never have nightmares. Shootouts, falling, driving off cliffs, stalked by monsters… they’re all too entertaining. And if things go awry, I stop the dream and replay it until I’ve figured out a way to get the right outcome.
Do you like adrenaline at other times? Cocaine? Speed? Caffeine?
I’m formulating the theory that some people are adrenaline junkies, and some of us are oxytocin junkies. I’m the later - nightmares for me are nightmarish. The worst aren’t gruesome at all, but involve my husband dying, or suddenly deciding he doesn’t love me any more. (And, fittingly, I am much more affected by realistic quiet death in movies than gorey death.) I wake up from those crying, and the feelings of despair and loneliness take hours to subside sometimes.
Oddly, and thankfully, I’ve never dreamt of my children dying. Don’t think I could handle that.
I absolutely hate my nightmares, and unfortunately that’s what the majority of my dreams are nowadays. The content is usually extremely disturbing–not often in the sense of gore and violence, but usually of intense psychological trauma. My nightmares usually involve me realizing that I’ve somehow gone insane: I’m hallucinating and can’t make the visions stop, I have an uncontrollable alternate personality, etc.
I usually wake up from them feeling distressed and beaten down, emotionally worn-out and near crying. I would much rather not remember any dreams at all, instead of constantly experiencing those.
I don’t hate all my nightmares, but the ones I’ve had over the past week have been too unsettling to like. In one I accidentally killed some rats I was trying to catch to release, and in another trees fell all over the house. I kind of like rats, and I’ve already lived through having a tree impale the roof, so both of those left me upset. I much prefer nightmares that are less plausable.
I had nightmares all last night - not abandonment ones this time, but test-failing ones. They were even lucid; I knew as I was dreaming that I was dreaming, and that one can’t actually factor those expressions, but it didn’t help the terror go away.
Then it segued into a dream where all my fingernails fell out. Blech!
Yeah, I’ve got a test this morning. (But not in my Algebra class, in my Anatomy and Phys. class.)