Scary dreams which feels too real...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m sure there are times when you have dreams that you felt is really real - so real that the first few moments when you woke up, you still wondering if what happened in the dream has indeed happened. Then there are are scary dreams…so any moments when both of those dreams occured together?

I start off my mine…

Last night I dreamt, for some reasons, that I have bought a digital video camera for $3950. Then I suddenly remembered that my bank account only has $4000 within, and I have to pay the bills, pay for transport and etc… Then I went into a panic, going everywhere to borrow money and finding jobs…

Then I woke up…and was muttering to myself, “Did I buy a video camera or not?”

What’s yours?

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Freaky you should start this thread - I’ve been under the weather lately, and earlier this afternoon, I decided to crawl into bed and get some rest. I had one of those eerie dreams that seems too real, too scary.

I dreamt that my husband went out to his company Christmas party (which he did, I passed it up because I wasn’t feeling well), and that he brought home my abusive ex boyfriend. When I opened the door for them, and saw my ex, with that dead look in his eyes that showed he was pissed and about to hit someone, my husband came behind him, looking very sad and upset, and apologising to me for bringing him home, saying he didn’t know it was really that bad, and thought my ex had just wanted to make amends for the past. I got angry with both of them, and demanded my ex leave immediately, but he started rummaging around my house, going through my private things. I told him to leave my stuff alone, and he just repeated everything I said sarcastically. I began to scream at him to get out and stay out, to leave my home forever, and finally, he turned around and hit me, hard, across the face, leaving a giant welt across my cheek and jaw. I felt it, too. I roared at him then to leave, and called the police. He left, slowly, taking his time, and he always had that dead, mean look on his face, sneering at me and making fun of me, and telling me I’d never get away from him, and he would never forgive me for leaving him, and that he would always make my life a living hell. And whenever my husband wasn’t around to protect me, he’d hit me as much as he liked. He said when he died, he would go out of his way to haunt me and hurt me and my family.

I woke up from that dream, not because I was startled, or an ouside noise woke me up, no - I woke up because I was shaking uncontrollably in fear. It wasn’t cold in the bedroom, in fact it was pleasantly warm, but I was trembling under all my covers.

I haven’t seen or heard from that ex in five years. However, the dream depicts him pretty accurately - at least in the way I knew him last.

My husband came home about ten minutes after I woke up. He came into the bedroom to check up on me, and the first thing I asked him was if he’d brought anyone else home with him. Of course, he hadn’t, but damn.

Damn.

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When I was in high school, my younger brother developed cancer. We were very close and he went from being mildly sick to nearly dead in a few of hours. If he hadn’t been at the hospital for a mono test he probably would have died. He has since recovered and lives a very healthy life playing WoW. :stuck_out_tongue:

A few nights ago I had a dream that was set in present time. This dream was of an alternate reality where my brother had died many years before. In this alternate reality, I had never really accepted the death of my brother. For some reason (I can’t remember anything else of the dream), all the sadness I never felt before came crashing over me. I can’t convey how deep and intense the grief was - I’ve never experienced anything like that in real life, even when my Aunt died. The feeling was so intense I woke up and had trouble getting back to sleep. Even thinking of it now makes tears come to my eyes.

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I’ve had a recurring themed dream lately which really bothers me. My mother was actually diagnosed with Alzheimers a few months ago, my father died three years ago. I keep having dreams about my mother and her having various Alzheimers related problems (wandering off, doing strange things). In these dreams my father is still alive but he doesn’t know what to do about my mother and he always seems to be somewhat faded into the background. Last night I had the dream and in this one my mother was talking about a pet dog we had over 25 years ago and she acted like the dog was still alive. I had to explain to my mother that the dog had died many years ago and we were both crying about it. I woke up crying and for a few seconds I felt that I had actually had that conversation with my mother and that my father was still alive.
I wish that I could dream about my mother the way she was before the Alzheimers.

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Last night I dreamed that early in this past fall semester in college, I had signed up for a creative writing course that I promptly forgot I was in. The dream took place at the end of the semester, after finals, remembering I was enrolled in this class only after it was too late to drop it. It felt extremely real.

Oddly enough, now that I think about it, forgetting-that-I’m-in-some-class seems to be a recurring pattern in my dreams: I also once dreamed that in high school I had forgotten I was in some math class (which I don’t think would really even be possible in H.S.) and finally I remembered to go, only to discover I was accountable for massive amounts of schoolwork I hadn’t even known I was supposed to do. For some reason, I found this dream extremely harrowing.

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If I’m dreaming really vividly, really intensely, it always takes a few moments after I wake up for reality to settle back in.

I’ll dream, then I’ll get that weird sudden falling sensation, and then I’ll wake up. And I’ll see my room but everything will seem very unfamiliar and strange and eerie–and then I’ll look at my clock, and work out that the numbers are saying 7:03 in the morning, and there’s sunshine coming through the window, and it’s daytime. And things go back to normal.

But for those few seconds, between dreaming and awake, things are really bizarre.

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I get those kinds of dreams from time to time. I always wake up thinking “CRAP! I’M GONNA FAIL OUTTA SCHOOL!” Then I realise that it was just a dream, in a way similar to what Kythereia described.

The wierd, scary, real seeming dream I’ve had most recently (not recurring) involved some one breaking on to my apartment, near my desk. He had a gun and said that he’s going to kill me. Since I have have a large (six-and-a-half inch blade) hunting knife sitting on my desk, I stabed him. Then the cops came to the house and arrested me. The I woke up and thought “CRAP! I’M GOING TO JAIL!” Then I realised that it was a dream.

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When we first moved to Hawai’i, we rented a house way back in a valley, surrounded by jungle-type foliage. There were these big honkin’ spiders that lived there and sometimes they used to get into the house. One night I dreamed that one of them was dangling on a web line over my face as I lay in bed. I woke up, rolling sideways out of bed and slapping the light on, searching frantically in the bed and around the room for this spider which wasn’t actually there. Creeped me way the heck out.

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My dreams can be pretty intense. The more intense, the more likely that there will be a five minute space of time just after waking up where I’ll try and work out what’s reality and what is dream debris. I once had a dream that my dog died. In the dream, I was, of course, completely distraught over this. It took a good couple minutes after waking up to work out that my dog had not, in fact, died. It took a few more minutes to figure out I didn’t even have a dog.

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I had a dream a few days back I went to an Andrew Lloyd Weber play. Cold sweat, man, cold sweat.

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I lost my black lab “Papers” of 12 years back in April. She went from healthy to having cluster seizures. Most likely it was brain cancer. Long story short, the vet said that the kindest thing to do was euthanasia. I petted her belly until she was gone. I was inconsolable for a long time.

In my dream, I was to be euthanized because I had stomach cancer. (I don’t have cancer IRL). A lady took me into a little room with a little couch and injected me with the pink poison. Both my mom and my husband were in the dream somewhere, but they weren’t there when I got the needle. I was so sad about that – I can’t even describe the terrible, awful, empty feeling I had knowing that that there would be no one holding my hand at the end. I ask the lady if it was reversible, and she tells me no. No going back now. Then I see Papers! But she’s having a seizure. I’m dying! I can’t help her! Who is going to help her? I try and fight back the sleepy feeling that has come over me. Then I wake up.

I know this dream had a lot to do with the guilt I feel over enabling her death, as well as my own anxieties of what the moment of death will be like for me.

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I have almost the exact same dream, and it’s usually an English class I’ve forgotten to attend. Often, these dreams seem to take place in a curious amalgam of my high-school, college, and grad school years.

I also dream that I arrive at LAX to board an international flight, only to realize I’ve left my passport at home. Odd, because I haven’t flown to another country for a very long time.

I actually once dreamed I was working out nude at my gym, but it was no big deal because in the dream it was allowed!

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Lamas --I am haunted by that same dream and I graduated college 20 years ago.

I keep thinking there was class at CU that I forgot to go to all semester. And then when I transferred to Iowa–I am sure that I missed out on an evening class in some way.

I can’t shake this, despite knowing my transcripts, having achieved my degree etc.
It’s annoying.

You all will laugh at this (and I suppose it is kinda funny), but it was so real that I woke up two days ago and was disoriented.

I lived in a different house and was either cast in a movie or was watching the movie (the perspective changed back and forth) that starred Robin Williams (whom I like-not a huge fan, but he’s ok) and a young unknown actor–cute, early twenties. No idea what the plot was, but it involved scenes of Williams sodomizing this young guy. Very violent and bloody. Young guy couldn’t walk afterwards, and bled thru his white jeans. He kept saying to me, “it’s ok; I’m fine-it’s a movie.”

You have to understand that I am not into porn–and not into gay porn, either! I woke up and thought, WTF?

I still think that. But looking at Robin Williams is creeping me out right now… :confused:

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Recent dream - I was at my ooold home, and these guys in white suits were going around trying to kill me.

They killed my family.

They killed my neighbors.

They then did some kind of ‘industrial accident’ that killed most of the town I grew up in. And they kept missing me.

I woke up so effing pissed, I was ready to beat on something. It took me a bit to calm down and remember it was just a dream.

(I prefer the dreams where I get killed - less annoying, really.)

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I will never, ever forget the dream I had when I was nine or ten.

I was in a warehouse, walking around. All of a sudden, Bob Saget popped up from behind a large crate and aimed a rifle at me. The first shot grazed my shoulder, and the last shot killed me. I attribute this dream to having America’s Funniest Home Videos and some action/cop chase movie on while I was asleep. It felt damn real.

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I visited my grandpa in an Alzheimers facility several times just before he passed away, which happened pretty quickly once he was put in the facility. For a few months after the visits and his passing I had horrible dreams about him being treated cruelly and embarrassingly by the staff, treatment which I never saw in real life. I always woke up crying and that was a pretty shitty way to start my days.

On the upside, though, I’ve had more than one dream where I was hugging someone and it felt so much like they were there that I woke up w/ my arms embracing the air. More nice feeling than melancholy, and always having some theme of forgiveness.

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I have those missed exam/forgot I was taking a class/etc. dreams all the time.

I’ve posted this before, but might as well for the thread - I once dreamt (but of course thought it was really happening) that my husband died. I dreamt of mourning him for weeks and months, dragging myself through my life day after day, lamenting that my dearest friend and my lover was gone. So when I woke up, I remembered that he was dead, and my heart ached, and I wondered how I would get through another day without him. Then I felt a warmth in the bed next to me and realized I must be dreaming, because of course my husband is dead, and almost cried at the pain of it. Finally, it dawned on me that the death, the months that had passed, all of that was really the dream, and I was awake now. I nearly wanted to smother him with kisses, but I was also still aching from the feeling, it was as if it had really happened and had been undone in a second, and it was hard to recover from.

After I told him about it (I waited months before I told him, since it had been so painful, and I knew he’d also find it hard to hear), my husband told me about a dream he had. For some reason (dream logic, you know) he had to pretend to be dead for a while, and appeared dead but could hear and see what was going on around him. I found his “body” and was just destroyed by this, and was crying and in utter despair, and he wanted to tell me it was fake but couldn’t for whatever important dream reason, and the hurt just tore him up inside.

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I have two dreams to relate, both of which happened long ago, but I can recall them instantly.

In the first, I dreamt that I was being attacked by some…thing. It was black and formless, almost ethereal. As I was fighting with it, I somehow knew that I was not fighting for merely my life, but my “soul.”

I woke up and shook it off as just a dream, but I was still tired and fell back asleep. Almost immediately (in my dream state, at least), I was being attacked again, and with renewed vigor. As we struggled I was finally able to somehow throw it off of me for good. I awoke drenched in sweat and scared as hell…it felt too real.

The second disturbing dream I’ve had involved drowning. None of this “waking up at the last minute” crap, drowning until I was dead. Fade to black. Nothingness. Zip.

It sucked. :frowning:

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I hate the disoriented feeling I get when I wake suddenly. Two examples come to mind:

I was once awakened by someone knocking on my door. My first though: “uh, how am I supposed to respond to that again?”

Still, that’s not quite as embarrassing as the thought I had when I woke up a few hours ago:

“Wait, I can’t remember. Have I killed off Lord Voldemort yet?”

…

I think that I need to go easy on the Harry Potter fanfiction.

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I wonder what the deal with the “forgetting a class” dream is. I have them from time to time, and I graduated from college almost 25 years ago, and high school 32 years ago.

I’ve had scary dreams but usually they contain an element of absurdity so that when I wake they don’t affect my mood. But there was one exception. I dreamed I was visiting, in his office, the pastor of the church I was a member of at the time. While we were talking someone, a man, burst into the office with a gun and shot the pastor. I can still see how he was bowled over backwards in his chair by the repeated shots of a powerful handgun. Dead, of course. The shooter never threatened me, just ran out before I could react. Very scary. When I woke up I almost wondered if it was some sort of “future seeing” or maybe he’d actually been threatened and hurt. No on all counts, he was fine, but I was bothered for quite a while by the reality of it all, the detail. And I really liked the pastor too.