What a horrible dream!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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You know the kind of dream that gets you to sit straight up in bed, gasping for air and trying to get the scream out? I was treated to one of those last night, and it was almost enough to give me an arrhythmia.

I can’t really remember all of it. I was at an airport, waiting for someone. Then suddenly, there was an Asian woman in my field of view, wearing a giant gold crucifix. She was with her young son, just standing there in the middle of the hall, like they were waiting for someone too. I smiled at the little boy, and his mother hugged him closer, as though I was something to be afraid of. Struggling a little, he pulled away from his mom and walked a few steps towards me, pointing at me. Then his face changed. It was horrible - it was all squished up and he didn’t look human anymore, and then he was yelling things at me that I didn’t understand. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t look away, and this kid kept yelling. Well, not quite yelling, really. More like in bad scary movies, when someone’s possessed and the voice is coming from elsewhere. And then I understood what he was saying, somehow: I was bad, and I was going to die. I was going to get sick, and die, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, because I was bad.

Yeah, that freaked me out enough that I couldn’t fall asleep again. Didn’t help at all that it was the stereotypical dark and stormy night outside, with wind in the leaves and heavy raindrops on the window. Finally, I had to get my cat from the living room and bring him to my bed to keep me safe. Yes, in my fuzzy state of mind, I decided that my 15-pound fat-ass scaredy cat would be a good defense against accusatory dream-demons.

I hate nightmares. I get little enough sleep as it is.

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The worst dream I ever had happened a few months after I broke up with a girl I had been seeing for some time. it was a pretty bad break-up. In the dream, I was wandering around a field, not doing much, just rambling. I passed a spot that seemed odly familiar to me, just a patch of bushes. “Why is this so familiar to me?” I asked myself. “Dont you remember G? This is where you buried her.”. Cut to me and my ex girlfriend, in bed. We were fooloing around, after re-uniting. She was delighted, kept telling me how she was so happy I was back. We began to make love, me on top. I held her face in my hands and kissed her, before moving my hands around her neck, and squeezing. At first she thought I was messing, but her face turned from giddyness, to confusion, to panic. As I strangled her, I could see the blood vessels in her eyes pop, her face turn blue, tears flowing down her cheeks. She pushed against me but I was too strong. When I saw her cry, I wanted to stop, but my mind raced… I would go to jail for attempted murder, but if I finished the job I could hide her and go free. So I kept strangling her till her mouth foamed, her breathing stopped, her attemps to save her life failed. Then I woke up and I swear to God I screamed the fucking house down. It was so real it didnt seem like a dream; it seemed like some suppressed memory bubbling to the surface. I sent her a message at three in the morning, a real “Hey! How are you! Just thought I’d drop you a line!” and then I lay awake hoping to God she would write back. Eventually she did, at about half ten the next morning. I hadnt slept a wink.

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Must have been ten or eleven years ago, when I had a dream that my husband only had 24 hours left to live, and we both knew it. In the dream, we went through the whole day, deciding on what to do and what not to do based on what made sense given that he only had that one day left.

I think I was sad for a week afterwards. Even now, so many years later, that dream affects me so deeply that I’m close to tears thinking about it.

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I usually remember my dreams pretty well - even my nightmares. But since my operation last year I have been having night terrors. I wake up terrified. Heart pounding, breathing hard. I have no idea what I was dreaming. I just know that things are bad and something is trying to get me.

I can’t get back to sleep, so I just get up and read.

The doc says that I had a bad trauma and my mind is still trying to deal with it. He says they’ll go away.

I wish they would soon.

5

A few days ago I dreamt I went to the toilet and pissed out little black worms.

WORMS. :eek:

Up my dick and crawling around inside of me…growing and eating my insides.

Woke up and tried squirting out a little piss just to be sure.

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I’m just sitting here hoping you got out of bed first. . . :wink:

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Last night I dreamt my mother was dying.

Turns out she’s not, she just has mono. :frowning:

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I had one a few days ago…

(for a little background, I’m on a waiting list to go to a residential treatment center for anorexia. I’m supposed to get in after the school year is over.)
I was at work and my sister came in and said, “Dorothy, mom and dad are waiting outside. you need to come with me right now.”

“what’s going on?” I said… my other sister came in carrying my pillow and I thought for sure that meant they were taking me to the treatment center right then. “I’m not ready! I’m at work! I’m not supposed to go there until after the school year is over. I have to say goodbye to everyone first!”

My youngest sister just shook her head and said, “no, that’s not it.” Everybody looked very solemn. My boss went behind the counter and produced a cat carrier and I just KNEW (don’t ask me how I knew. This is my dream. I’m omniscient when I need to be.) that it meant something had happened to my cat and he was either dead or dying.

I just went nuts. Sad as it is, my cat is the love of my life. He’s the only pet I’ve ever been responsible for and the only cat my family has had that I can remember. I started screaming and crying, “tell me what happened to him! did someone hurt him? did he get hit? is he sick? Where’s my cat? Where is he? Tell me he’s okay!”

And, for some reason, they wouldn’t let me see him. Everyone just stood there with the pillow and the cat carrier and looked at me and nobody answered my questions or said, “he’s in the car. we’re going to the vet. come on.” They just watched me sit there and cry.
When I woke up, it wasn’t a screaming-and-gasping thing… but I remembered bits of the dream as reality. I was convinced for a few moments that my cat was dead and was horribly sad until I woke up enough to think, “wait… how did he die?” and realize, with incredible relief, that my cat was alive and well.

The scariest dream I ever remember having, though, was when I was about three years old. We had a screened-in back porch on our house. It was a first-person perspective type of thing. I couldn’t see myself, but I was viewing the whole thing from above, like I was sitting on top of the doorframe to the back door. My mom was on the porch and all the doors were closed and locked. She just walked back and forth, beating the doors and yelling, “help, I can’t get out! I can’t get out!” and I was screaming, “mommy!” but she couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t help her. It was like she was on TV… she just kept pacing between the two doors yelling, “I can’t get out!”

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I’ve been having dreams lately that my husband died, too. I can’t tell you how upset I’ve been - seriously upset. I know exactly what you’re talking about. :frowning:

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About a month ago, I had a dream in which I watched SWMBO get hit by a car while crossing the street. The impact landed her right at my feet and she died no matter what I tried to do to save her and no one would come to help.

I woke up in a near panic state. The most calming, tranquilic sound calmed me down: SWMBO buzzes while she sleeps and I heard that little buzz. I laid there and watched her sleep for nearly an hour before I was able to go back to sleep.

I never told her about the dream. Don’t think I ever will.

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I think the worst dream I ever had was when I was 12 or 13. My younger brother was only 2 or 3 at the time. My dream started as a visit to my grandma’s house on my biological father’s side. It was nice, we played a board game hung out, had dinner and went to sleep. When we woke up my brother and I were tied to separate hammocks in her back yard within view of each other. I was confused and trying to figure out what happened. I started bleeding from trying to get lose from the ropes that were holding me down. There was a 25’ brick wall around her yard in my dream and nobody could hear me screaming for help. Well she had left us out there for a coulpe days without food or water and we were both starving and dehydrated. My little brother was so small that was wasting away quickly front of me, slowly. I only had this dream once, but it seemed like that night lasted for weeks. I finally woke up after watching him suffer for days, eventually die and then slowly waste away myself knowing I failed to save him. When I woke up my pillow was soaked with tears. I don’t know how long I was crying before I woke up but I couldn’t stop for about an hour afterwards. I’ve had scarier dreams but nothing comparing to the emotions this dream caused. :frowning:

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I have been having trouble sleeping lately (well, more than usual), so a couple nights ago I took a sleeping pill and had a pretty horrible dream. It was one of those dreams where everyone in the dream is me.

I was in my bedroom and there was a me with their hands tied and hooked to the ceiling, not enough to dangle, just enough to keep them restrained but without enough slack to brace my weight against. Another me produced a hacksaw and slid it
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through the restrained me’s legs at the shins. It went through smoothly, squishily, like cheese. I offered no resistance. Falling tears washed enough of the blood from the blade for me to see the face of the cutter in it, my own jubilant grin. Then another me produced a stopwatch while the restrained-me tried to balance on top of the severed feet until I finally slipped and fell, the stumps of my legs wetly impacting the floor. Only then could I scream.

This dream repeated over and over, even after I realized I was asleep, but I couldn’t wake up. When I finally awoke, I had slept through my alarm and was two hours late for work.
I hate sleeping pills.

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Ooh, bubastis, I hate the killed-someone-and-forgot-about-it dreams that still stick to you when you wake up from them. I used to dream that I’d absent-mindedly left a body (or bodies) in the basement of a house that I’d moved out of, and just realized that it was only a matter of time before they were discovered by the new tenant and I was brought to justice. The guilt on waking feels so damned real, and exactly like a repressed memory. WTF? At least in my dreams I never “remembered” the actual crime, or even any details about it. Just “Oh my god, I forgot to get rid of those drums. What if someone opens them?”

I had a weird sci-fi nightmare last night. Half the population had developed sudden mutations which gave them horny growths on their heads, and it turned into an X-men type scenario where the unmutated were planning to have the mutated wiped out. Unmutated myself, I spent a lot of time trying to reason with rioting mobs, fruitlessly yelling that it was just a little extra calcium, and really nothing to spill blood over.

At some point, all the mutated people shed their horns like antlers, leaving barely noticible little nubs in their place, and it seemed as though the crisis was over – except, as I was sitting around “celebrating” with my girlfriend and her mother, (who were both mutated) I began to realize that the shedding was part of a defensive reaction, and that the horns were replaced by new growth, in the form of ungulate-hoof like pincers hidden just within the vagina.

My girlfriend’s mother was gleefully looking forward to my being taken by surprise by this development. (I have no idea how I actually became aware of it, I just was.) Over a glass of wine, I let her know that I was perfectly aware of what was hidden in sweetie’s cootchie, and that I loved her and trusted her and still regarded it as an insignificant calcium deposit which wouldn’t change the way I related to her. During this part I felt very smug and morally superior. Then flash-forward to the actual sweaty sex, where anxiety about the possibility that the clamp might come down as some sort of biological reflex came to the fore. I was certain that the moment she came, the pincers would close like a steel trap and I’d bleed out in a few short minutes. I was fucking terrified.

I can’t believe I had an honest-to-gosh vagina dentata dream. Way to embrace one of Freud’s most ludicrously unlikely concepts without even a hint of irony, subconscious! :mad:

After that I had a much more sensible anxiety dream, where I was flying over AA implacements in a glider that I’d made out of cardboard boxes and packing tape, which was beginning to come apart. (My innovation, boasted of before take-off, was that it had a podium built into a stand-up cockpit, so that I could sing while I flew – except that there was too much in the way of flak, flying bullets, and collapsing wings for me to think much about singing.)

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The saddest dream I’ve had was one where I ran into my friend Chris who died IRL when we were in college. I asked him what it was like being dead and he said, “It’s just more of the same.” Very depressing.

One I had where I cut off my own foot and somehow knew it was going to grow back. Then in a dream later I thought about cutting off my foot but then remembered how long it had taken to grow back the last time!

But the recurring one that exhausts me is about going back to college and not being able to find my dorm, get my stuff together, find the right office, remember my lock combination…I haven’t been in college in 17 years but it just keeps coming back. :mad:

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About four days ago I was abruptly awoken from a nap by a truly horrifying, apocalyptic, nightmare. I only remember the last “minute” or so of the dream.

I was riding as a passenger in the backseat of a car at night (I have no idea who was driving the car.). We were heading towards a big city skyline across some sort of causeway on a body of water. I was looking straight ahead and across the skyline I saw and commented that there was a shooting star or meteor falling above the city. The meteor made landfall and there was a bright flash and an eerie vacuous silence, then an enormous mushroom cloud and a sort of sucking breeze. I turned my head to the right because of the brightness and there was another flash over the water to my right but closer… I felt a wall of searing heat and woke up with adrenaline rushing and a weird body memory of radiant heat. Like standing too close to a glass furnace or giant bonfire.

I rarely have dreams that I remember and hardly ever nightmares that wake me. This one was particularly striking because of its vividness and the radiant heat that I truly felt.