Nightmares!

[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..