As a child, the worst one was when I was three and fell asleep on a plane. I dreamed there was a man/monster on the wing trying to get in a get me.
As a adult, the worst by far is dreaming my oldest suffers the same fate as his brother (gets an extremely rare leukemia).
I dreamt that I was a little girl in a forrest…I had on a cute little dress and hair was done( i was a cute kid :))
I reached a clearing and the woods spoke to me
Woods: What are you doing Tiffany?
Tiffany:(who in real life would have skedaddled) Playing
Woods:(evily) WHAT ARE YOU DOING TIFFANY
Tiffany:(just as evily) I am PLAYING
I somehow got a sword and slammed it down into the ground, when i did this the whole woods looked like black paint was seeping downwards and it got very dark. So I began to run. I ended up at a banquet hall, where all of the sudden i was an adult. There were alot of little kids there all dancing. They were dressed in Rennaisaince clothing and they were dancing to what sounded like enya. It would have been pretty I guess, except when i looked into their eyes they were COMPLETELY BLACK.
shudder
For some reason, it seems that the only dreams that I can remember are nightmares.
The first and worst that I remember was when I was about 5 years-old. My dad had bought a little Tarzan-like doll and put it in my room. It was cute actually. Long hair. Funny little belly. One night I dreamt that it was chasing me. The was no way to get rid of it. In the end, I managed to chop his head off BUT IT WAS STILL FOLLOWING ME. :eek: I woke up crying. It was so bad that it gave me a fever. Needless to say, the doll was removed from my bedroom. I'm 27 now but I still HATE puppets and dolls...
A few years later, I had this dream in which I was some sort of policeman. My job was to find the bodies of people who had died in strange ways. We found one in a river, carried it to a house and laid it on a table. All of a sudden, I looked at one of the persons who was with me and said "Doctor, do you think that...". The doctor answered "I'm afraid so.". I looked back at the dead man and he opened his eyes, stared at me and started singing! Sounds silly now but I hated it...
There was also the one in which I was in an empty theater. I was at the back. There was no one in there but it felt as if there were hundreds of invisible people sitting on the chairs, looking at me...
The last one I can remember wasn't really a nightmare but it was pretty unsettling. There were a man and a woman, both naked, moving against a black background. The disturbing thing was that they were moving in slow motion. And there was a weird echo every time they moved. Nothing scary about it but I woke up feeling unconfortable as if I'd been somewhere I shouldn't have...I had a dream last night that was definitely a contender for worst nightmare of all time.
I was at my parents house hanging out with some of my friends, and we heard sirens and saw flashing lights and realized that there had been a car accident down the road. My friends wanted to go look, but I said there was no point in gawking.
Then there was a knock at the door, and my mother answered it. This was in another room, so we couldn’t see. I heard my mother say, “No!” and then I heard her running through the house, screaming and sobbing.
My first thought was to comfort her, but I couldn’t find her, although I could hear her. Suddenly it occurred to me that she wouldn’t be acting like this unless something truly awful had happened, and then I realized that my grandparents (who live with my parents) weren’t home, and I thought maybe that they were in the car accident. I kept running through the house, and finding these random people, and kept asking, “Does anybody know what’s going on? Can anybody tell me anything?” but nobody knew anything, and I couldn’t find my mother.
I woke up with my heart hammering in my chest.
One night when in bed with my ex-girlfriend I had a nightmare about everybody in world except me having a horrible flesh eating virus that gradually rotted them away. I watched everyone I loved die horribly. I woke up with sweat dripping off me. I lit a smoke and said “Fuck me, that was horrible”.
“What was?” was the reply from my girlfriend.
I explained the dream and she agreed and gave me a big hug. When I finished hugging her I pulled back to see her rotting away in front of me. :eek:
I REALLY woke up then. I had to deal with a rather angry girlfriend who wasn’t very happy with the punch in the face she had received from me when I jumped awake. I was a heap for about a hour after that and didn’t trust my senses.
I’ll remember that night/dream till the day I die.
Here’s some more.
I die in my dreams occasionally. Some sort of violence, followed by me - dead. No pain, feeling at all, or senses. Just dark and my thoughts. No body even. Then I think about how bored I am and sometimes start to think, maybe I shouldn’t have been an atheist. Sounds plain, but I actually believe i am dead, so it is quite frightening.
Hey dopers, some of your dreams seem pretty frightening to me. Like story lines for “Tales From The Crypt” or something. In comparison, my worst doesn’t seem all that scarey.
Mine was a recurring dream, that I had for many years after my tour in the RSVN.
In my dream, I can’t find my buddy to get him into the bunker during a heavy rocket and mortar attack. Our tent has been completely obliterated in the attack, and I can’t find him. Because of the screaming of the rockets and the explosions, I am confused and I just crawl around on the ground in a panic, looking for him.
I would wake up screaming, in a cold sweat, with the most incredible sense of dread. The odd thing is, the dream was much worse than the actual attack.
(IRL, I did find him and I did pull him to the bunker. We are still friends. I haven’t had the dream in about 10 or 12 years or so.)
I once dreamed that there was a war, or battle, or something. And in it, I killed someone (it was someone I hadn’t seen for a few years, and who wasn’t a friend or an enemy or anything) quite brutally. Then I woke up, and I couldn’t move. I tried to call for my mom, but I couldn’t even talk, or make my vocal chords work enough to moan. That was bad enough to make me not go to school the next day; I could barely function.