Lately, by far, my nightmares have gotten to a whole new level of scariness. They’re not “ahh a monster!” scary, they’re more realistically scary.
Last weekend I had a nightmare I had murdered my grandfather. I don’t know why, all I remember is the realization that I had killed a person and would have to live with that the rest of my life. Also in the nightmare my uncle was highly suspicious I was the murderer and was bringing up all these incriminating facts that were true. The dream felt so realistic, I literally felt my life was over. When I woke up, I let out a huge sigh in the realization that it was a dream. Still, I was shaking like a leaf for much of the morning.
I also have had nightmares I got in an argument with my parents, and was so mad I burned the house down :eek: which later feelings of guilt in the dream felt very very real. When I was younger I used to have nightmares I’d take my dad’s truck out for a joyride then get in an accident and wreck it and he’d show up and go ballistic when he saw his truck.
My best friend thinks I must carry a lot of guilt or something to have dreams like this, but I don’t know. I certainly am not a murderer, or a pyromaniac, or a wrecked-my-dad’s-truck kind of son…heck I’m way too chicken to do anything remotely illegal for fear of getting caught/getting in trouble. I have a paranoia that if I ever got arrested the cops would act like angry parents and yell and berate me until I start crying…Guess all that fear and paranoia has projected itself into dreams