Your subconscious is now my hero.
I wish my nightmares were lame. They’re not. Not one little bit.
I’ve had some doozies myself, but fortunately most nightmares of mine are lame.
Well, if you’re sure. Because he’s 13 and knows everything…
(Thank You, btw…)
It’s been 20 years since my last college course, and on very rare occasion I still have final exam nightmares.
My most interesting class-related dream wasn’t exactly a nightmare, but it was odd. I was in the basic Latin program at the Latin/Greek Institute – 2 years’ worth of Latin in 10 weeks. It was a brutal course, and so intensive that it crept into your subconsious. Most of us just had dreams where we were translating, making flash cards, etc.
But one night, I dreamt that I was sitting on my bed, doing my homework, when a centurion kicked in the door. He started swinging his sword around as he came into the room, going through the declension of the word for short sword with every stroke. “Gladius! Gladii! Gladium!”
I woke up before he reached the ablative (or me, for that matter). That dream put me in a weird mood for the whole day.
I missed this the first go-round - I second your bullshit. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve died in my dreams (and hit the ground in the falling dream, too - the first time I hit the ground, I bounced).
That sounds an awful lot like the worst nightmare I ever remember having when I was a very small child. The cookie monster was tickling me - he was holding me down and tickling me and I couldn’t get away! I think I had sleep paralysis at the time, or something, because I would open my eyes and it’d stop. I’d close them, and the tickling would resume. It was awful.
As for scary dreams in adulthood, mine usually turn comedic. Way back last September or October when I was very pregnant, I dreamed I gave birth…to a teeny, baby-sized (yet adult-looking) lumberjack in a wrestling suit. He had a full beard and everything. He yelled “Aha!” when he came out and wanted to nurse. I was horrified and grossed out and tried to run away, but I couldn’t. When I woke up and told my husband, he started laughing hysterically.
I do have scary nightmares sometimes, but at other times… In my waking life, I was called back into work six days before Christmas, after having been told two days earlier that we wouldn’t have any contracts until after New Years. Given I that I believed that I was going to have several days off, I put my work stuff away after the last known contract. So, of course, when this emergency project surfaced I had to pull my bag back out. Everything was in it, so no problems.
Except…Since then, I’ve had a reoccuring nightmare that I don’t know where my badge is. The stupid thing is that if I actually lost my badge, and I never have in the five years I had it, I’d simply have to ask for a new one. Yet at least 3 times a month I dream that I arrive at work and can’t find my badge. Oh, no! Lame.
I have lame recurring work nightmares. Lame in that I’m doing repetitive filing and sorting of paperwork, but keep forgetting what I was just doing and have to start all over again.
I have similar dreams regarding packing for a trip. I keep forgetting what I’ve already packed and have to start all over again.
Lame!
I had a nightmare when I was four or five that scared the crap out of me so completely that I still remember and can visualize it thirty-five years later.
I was in the front yard, alone playing. I happen to look over across the driveway and see. A PIG! OMG! IT’S HUGE! I CAN’T MOVE MY LEGS! MUST GET AWAY! BEFORE IT WAKES UP!! AIEEEE!
Yes, I was scared shitless by not just a pig, but a sleeping pig in my yard.
ETA: By the way, I tried to explain the horror of this dream to my own five year old son and he laughed at me.
I had a terrible dream a few weeks ago that I consider to be a nightmare, but some may disagree.
I dreamed that I was in love with that Edward guy (the vampire) from Twilight. No, not the actor. THE CHARACTER. Like I was in the movie. I was me and not that girl, but I was moony and sickening over him.
Seriously, it was nauseating.
“OOooOOO look at him sleeping. I just want to sit and watch him. O Edward, I love you.”
WTF? I mean, WTF? I woke up and just couldn’t believe it. Now I share my shame with all of you.