Nightmares!

[Baron Doune]

My worst...

Was a child in the nightmare.

Construction workers were taking down the clouds.  Many cranes and much noise and scaffolds.

I let go of my moms had for just a second, and she was gone.

And I was alone.

Your worst nightmares, please.

[CatAshtrophy]

My worst ones always involve falling. The first one I had was when I was little and I was falling off a very tall bridge into a river. Now, the falling ones always involve broken elevators. But the elevators don't just fall straight down. Instead they topple and spin you upside down and all sorts of things. It's kinda like Tower of Terror ride at Disney World, but lacking the fun.

[Capt Gabriela Fullpepper]

The worst one I had was seeing my sone fall through the ice and drowned. It woke me up and everytime I went back to sleep I dreamed different variances of it where I drowned with him as I tried to save him. That dream even though two years ago is still vivid in my mind.

[Zoë]

I have nightmares about my father dying, and it terrifies me.  They're worse than the dreams where I can't run away fast enough from things crashing down on me, or other "scary" things like that.  I feel awful all day after I have one. 

[eloquentXI]

The worst dreams I've had since I was a kid, were very very abstract. Involved the display of a frequency, you know? And certain characters terrifying me, including horribly scary music, which, as a kid, that really just got under my skin. It all sounds really dramatic now.

The recent nightmares, have been apart of a repetitive series, always including things burning. And not in a, the whole house is up in flames, as in a, that plastaic cup over there is slowly smoldering, and it's smoldering the desk beneath it, and which is catching other things on fire. It's not really scary but it's just the fact that the fires won't go out and that I can't get them to stop and they start appearing everywhere, and start getting on me, burning everything slowly.

[renren]

Mine were..strange (yeah whatta shock, I know!)..
I knew ,when I was little, that I was having the same nightmare,but yet, I never remembered anything about it , other than a heavy sense of foreboding, and great danger. It is also the same nightmare I would have when I sleepwalked, including down a flight of stairs(twice), and (once at a run, at least out of the room. My sister saw me get up ,quickly shove my face towards the mirror like I was looking into it, and run out of the room!

Told ya, it was weird.. but not done yet!


Years later, as a volunteer firefighter, in a training fire, I got the exact same feeling,watching the smoke build and come down towards me! No, nobody got hurt, nothing blew up..But I knew.

[Morgan Dreadlocke]

Not as much a nightmare as a recurring foreboding theme. It involves bein' recalled to active service and gettin' sent back to England for 2 more years sans family, finances, warm clothes Oddly the same people I served with back then is still there now.

The second borders on just plain agravatin'. When in jr high school years ago, I was the little kid who got the snot beat out of 'em by the bully crew. In the dream its the same crew makin' trouble, but bein'"now" I ain't havin' no part of bein' a victim. The fight be on. Now in this dream I's holdin' me own against several others. Their not hurtin' me and I'm NOT enjoyin' knockin' them down but they just won't go away.

I'll bet theres some armchair shrinks out there just eatin' this thread up

[Element of Air]

The only nightmares that I had was when I was about 5. I was being chased through the snow by a pack of wolves and then came up on me and started ripping me apart. The entire time I was crying for my mom and I woke up kicking the wall and screaming for my mother.

The other I was in a parking lot of a store and my mom went inside the store and for some reason I was trapped in a old 1920's jail car with the bars over the back window. The last thing I can recall in the dream is my mom walking with her back to me into the store and the car taking me away as I am yelling for her to come back.

[Drake Starsong]

I've always had a re-occurring dream since I was young that I was driving a truck, but I couldn't drive at all and I'd end up swerving into a large pond. The truck would sink to the bottom and I'd get out but some weeds on the bottom would tangle my foot. Eventually I'd get loose and I'd be swimming to the surface as fast as I can, thrashing my arms, not able to hold my breath and finally I'd wake up violently in my bed gasping for breath...haven't had that bugger in a while thank goodness...

[Charlotte Rowan]

I frequently dream that I am being chased, and I am always relieved to wake up and realize that wasn't real. I have also had a few dreams where someone close to me has died, which obviously are always horrible.

The one nightmare I remember most vividly, though, was when I was about 12. It had been years since I'd woe up screaming, but this time I did. The dream was very strange. It was just this big strawberry. Not big like the monster ones you can find at Cub; big like a house. nothing in my dream but blackness and the existence of this big strawberry. It sounds silly, I know, and I can laugh about it now, but something about it terrified me at the time. My theory is that I was feeling horribly overwhelmed by something in my life at the time.

[Lady Christina de Pond]

i don't have nightmares very often most i dream is some freaky wierd stuff.
the scariest one i've ever had was the one right after 9-11 happened it was probley 6 months afterward but i remember dreaming that me and some of my friends were on a mission team and for some reason we were taken bye terrorist well we hatch a plan to escape well i remember we had to abort the plan because we supected that they knew well we wait and hatch another plan and it works we escape well once outside someones like they have these two kids who need rescuing so i go back in for them. i finally make it back out with the kids in tow. we get to our base home and then i find out they have my brother captured so here i go like i'm a super hero or something it's my brother i got to go get him type thing. i arrive an i start searching i got in way to easy and well lets just say they let me in. well i find my brother and he's tied up and bound i go in the room and behind the door is the lead terrorist. he's waiting for me. Well he points the gun at my brother and well i see a gun on the ground where they have my brother so i pick it up and my brothers like no he knows whats going on I'm Like you shoot him i'll shoot you. He shoots my brother so i pull the trigger on the gun in my hands and it's nothing but paint ball. well i run i know he's going to kill me if i don't get away. So i start down the stairs i'm nearly home free i can hear him running after me. then i trip and fall i hear him come out the screne door and i know i'm going to die he points the gun at me and i know he pulled the trigger i honestly expected to wake up in Heaven.

[DonaCatalina]

The most vivid one for me was one I had several years ago, but still remember clearly.
I was sitting on a wooden dock watching a a river flow past. Something dark like a log was floating towards me from the left.
When it came up to where I was sitting, it rolled over in the water and it was my brother who had died some years before from cancer.
I woke up shaking from that one.

[SirRichardBear]

Mine is always the same Dying alone with not one around and no one know or cares who the dead old man was.

[Hoowil]

Most  recent one I've had, and really the only one I can remember really getting me upset. It was maybe a month ago.

My wife, my daughter and I were driving in the car, thru a long dark tunnel. We were in a hurry, at risk of missing something undefined. The road, even in the tunnel was wet, and the car was a little difficult to control. But thats not the bad part.
We finally clear the tunnel, and outside it is gloomy and wet. To the left I can see what looks like hills in the distance, but they keep moving, and are getting closer. Its a wall of water rushing towards the road, towering at least 40 feet over the car. I can still almost feel the impact as the water hits the car, and snds it spinning up and over in the flow like a rag doll. Water does not get inot the car, and I can see all kinds of debris swirling about in the water around us. My wife and I are in shocked silence, but my daughter is screaming. Suddenly the screaming stops, and I see my daughter, still strapped into her car seat, being swirled about in the water, even theough there is still no water in the car. As I watch, she floats around the car, struggling against the straps, trying to get out of the seat. The car gives a lurch, and I loose sight of her for a moment. When I see her again, she's still, hers arms waving limply in the water. I woke up as I watched her get carried away out of sight into the water.

[Blue66669]

About 3 years ago, when my son was just about 18 months old, I had a nightmare that we were going to visit a fashion designer. We had to walk across a metal catwalk to get to the door, and he slipped through a hole in the floor. I was able to catch him by the hood of his grey hoodie, which I held onto until he fell out of it. He fell to his death, which I still remember as being very vivid and gruesome. I woke up crying that night, for about 3 hours. I went through all of his clothes and picked up every single grey hoodie that he owned and tossed it in the trash. I think the dream is tied to the fear that my children will put themselves into a danger that I can't save them from. Like, falling off of a large boat or off of a pier into murky water. Or falling. It's always the falling that gets me.

[Elennare]

My worst nightmare (that I can remember, anyway) happened shortly after I graduated from college.  I was still living in the apartment I had before I graduated, which was about 45 min from my parents house.  In the dream, my family was visiting and we had just turned on the news on the TV.  Something bad was happening, and we decided we needed to get our stuff and get out of the apartment fairly quickly.  As we were packing a few things, we started hearing a jet.  The jet noise kept getting louder, and then sounded like it was having engine trouble of some sort.  Then the engine cut out, and there was a 747 crashed upside down on my apartment building!  We promptly ran out of the apartment, but as we were running down the stairs in a panick, the building collapsed.  At this point, I woke up, but the panicked feeling was still there.  The really weird thing was it didn't go away, and the longer I stayed in the apartment (I got up and walked around a bit, trying to calm down) the worse it got until it almost felt like I was being physically pushed out of the apartment.  So, I grabbed some clothes, ran out of the building in my pajamas and called my then-boyfriend (he's now my fiance) to come pick me up.  As soon as I was out of the building, the panicky started to go away, but it didn't really fade until I was at his apartment.  It was very bizare, and as far as I know, nothing happened that night.  It was also weird that in the midst of the "must get away from here" feeling, I didn't feel like I needed to get my roommate out of the apartment.  So, little more than just a nightmare in my story, but I feel it's relavent.

[knarlyknot]

My re-occurring nightmare is a little different.  My brother is missing in reality and I often have dreams where it's just the 2 of us and we're talking and laughing, catching up on everything he's missed the past 4 years, and then I wake up.  That's when my nightmare starts because I realize that it was just a dream.

[Baron Doune]

A reoccurring one for me...

Grew up near train tracks...two blocks away, like four sets of tracks.

Used to put pennies on the tracks and such.

But nothing scarier than looking at that light coming and not be able to move.

Anybody have flying dreams?  You know you flap your arms and soar kinda thing.

I haven't had a falling dreams in a long time.  But I have had floating, falling dreams.

[Taffy Saltwater]

Rear ending the car in front of me, usually in slo mo.

[Aelwyn]

When I was a kid my sister and I had a playroom that housed all our toys.  In the playroom were two huge green floor pillows.  I remember dreaming (when I was about 6 or so) that I walked past the playroom, and the pillow had "stood up", and was walking towards me (wobbling from corner to corner, as if they were two feet).  I was terrified.

Another recurring dream I had through my childhood and teen years:

My sister and I (in real life) are identical twins.  I dreamed that I woke up in the middle of the night, and walked downstairs.  My sister was sitting at the dining table.  I stopped and talked to her (about what, I can't recall--I just know it was something different but mundane each time), and then realized she has BRIGHT green eyes (my sister and I have dark gray/blue eyes).  I back up and say, "You're not my sister." and feel absolute terror as she gives a bone-chilling smile.

Now I frequently have dreams about scary subjects, being hurt, being killed, being chased---but I don't get scared in them.   I react resourcefully, and bravely.  Weird.  I also have bizarre dreams (like one about  a black African millipede wearing knitted booties and a knitted balaclava... ).

[Once Debauched]

I never remember my dreams the next day unless they're nightmares and even those usually fade in the first few hours – no matter how gory they are.  But for a few months when I was maybe 13 or 14 I had one recurring nightmare and I can still remember snippets of it.

I know it had to do with my family being chased/hunted/captured by a group of  "not exactly human" types.  I never saw the humanoid critter things or anyone else, other than my father, in any of the dreams.  The dreams always started out with me quietly and carefully searching the neighborhood for signs of my family and finding bluish-purple severed fingers on the front porch of my house and I knew these belonged to my mother and younger brother.  Then the search usually carried on through many different buildings, mostly with blood-splattered walls and tile floors.  The blood never bothered me because I knew it didn't belong to any of my family.  The dream would always end with me in some sort of old 50's style hospital room with a single white framed bed with my much-aged father lying under the blankets up to his neck.  I don't remember ever speaking to him in the dream, but I remember vividly the blood above the head of the bed.  Looking back, it was probably 8, or so, feet from the floor.  In the dream I would look at it and wonder just how much brute force it took to raise a man to that height and then slam his head against the wall to get a skull to crush in such a way as to get that exact splatter pattern.  Then I would wake up.

All of my nightmares have always been gory and bloody to an extremely vivid point.  It's odd because I rarely, if ever, watched horror or slasher films. Go figure...

[renren]

"Anybody have flying dreams?  You know you flap your arms and soar kinda thing."


Yes, many times growing up, but they usually weren't scary, tho..