Bad dreams

[forgetaboutit]

That was HORRIBLE.

I was at college. Normal day. Hear something about how a friend's house was robbed and they took away all his games, and something about an airplane he owned, but other than that, just normal classes and stuff... Though I have to admit they were a little weird.

At one point, a big *** rottweiler walks in and starts running from one way to another, I was on the second floor, then he went downstairs... Me and a "friend" (who isn't really my friend, just some random guy I don' know) went downstairs to check. The way there, an angel appears and says something along the lines of "Six from down there... Six of you (but this time six was one more than six. Like seven. But not sevens. Numbers work weird when you're sleeping)... Seven of us...". By "down there" I knew that he meant dwarves, and not demons. I said to my friend "And by that logic... Eight from lower under [I mean demons]? Wait, maybe five?"

Then this little girl climbs up. At that point the dog wasn't there anymore. The girl's face was really pale, her eyes were black, and her face was full of scars. I say to my "friend", "Watch out, it's the girl from The Ring!". I was kidding, though. Then she makes a sign with her hand for her to get down so she can whisper something on his ear. When he does that, his face becomes like hers, his skin is white as well... He starts moving around slowly like a zombie but he isn't really a zombie. I don't notice at first, until he tries to grab my arm, then I realize he was trying to look at me in the eyes - everytime they look at someone in their eyes up close, they sort of shoot some laser out of their eyes and the person becomes like them.

I managed to set myself free and started running. Most of my building had been infected. I ran into some friends outside, real ones this time. Like half a dozen of them. To get out of there fast, we needed to jump through these floating platforms, they felt really normal like they had always been there. Anyway, the non-zombies tried to follow us, they walked slow (not like zombies, just like normal people walking), but they jumped normally. I remember jumping was really hard for me, because I was so light, and was always so close to falling off the platforms because I jumped too far.

But we got out, in the end. We were Four of us by then. We start running, but some people stop, and in the end, they were caught by this girl we knew - now turned into one of them. So its me and this girl. We keep running, I tell her not to stop, and we run into this big guy in the end of the block - we share some classes with him. He looks like the comic book guy from simpsons, except he's much taller and has no beard. Anyway, we tell him to run, and point to the monsters a few blocks away, chasing us. He says, "Let's get into a bus", and first one is closed, but we manage to get in the back of the second one (we were on this big street downtown, even though my university is far from there), and we climb right as the monsters were about to catch us.

The bus is really empty and dark, we sit and start talking about what to do now and where we should go. Mostly me and the guy. The girl was really nervous, and she sat in a corner and started singing. I tried to make her calm down but she wouldn't so I gave up. At one point the guy talked about when his mother died (I have no idea if his mother is dead or no), and it reminded me of my father, and I started crying a lot. But then I stopped, I said I had to focus onw hat was happening. I called my cousin, who was at college, and he started mumbling something in another language - It sounded like something one of those Hellboy guys would say during a ritual. I knew he had become one of them. Then I called my aunt, who was home, to see if things had gotten that far. Same
thing.

I had to get off from the bus by then, not sure why. But everyone I knew was turned. And on the way there, through the window, I saw a bunch of people with clown masks. I told to that guy, "Maybe they're smart? Maybe they're using masks to hide their faces so we won't know who they are and they can convert us more easily!". He replied "Maybe. We can't even fight back now".

At that point, I was terrified. It was such a feeling of fear, man. So ****ing awful. And it was really cold, too. And there was this fog... And in the bus I also remembered that I "cheated" - Someone looked at me in the eyes, but I managed to jump away and make everything fuzzy for a bit - "like a dream" - and that I wasn't supposed to be alive, it was just a matter of time before they got me... I was thinking about suicide but I knew that it would be better to fight to the end, maybe I could escape with my friends to somewhere safe...

My mother woke me up, then. I was never so glad that someone woke me up before. That was the ****ing worse dream I ever had.

Anyone has bad experiences like this that they want to share?

[fruckert]

I had a dream once where I was talking with my mother on the phone, and then she, while I was still talking on the phone, walked in with some groceries. Mom 1 expressed confusion over the phone, and Mom 2 just looked funny at me. Then Mom 2 laughed and started singing nursery rhymes and I woke up.

[SaiKar]

Had a dream last night where this chick insisted we go to this fancy restaurant in the mall. It was crowded and there was a long line, and when we sat down she ordered this cheese sandwich I used to get at a certain restaurant but they didn't have it and she got pissed.

I woke up with a terrible longing to eat that sandwich, but the restaurant is thousands of miles away from me now

[Archem]

My worst dream (and I've already stated this on a past dreams thread) is one where I was at my old house (at the time, my current house), and a pool party was going on in the back yard (we never had a pool). There were lots of people, and a few of them were recognizable as family members (some of who are long dead). It was all great and stuff, and I came inside for a bit. I noticed that dark clouds were starting to gather outside, and it was evident that a storm was coming. My mom was inside with me, and the sky lights up with a huge flash of lightning and a massive roar of thunder. At this point, I'm expecting the party to end, and everyone to start coming inside. After a few minutes, nobody comes in, and it starts raining down hard. The rain is blood. I go outside, and see that the pool is now thick with blood and the stewed and dismembered corpses of everyone in the pool. It's closer to a thick red paste filled with muscle and bone than a pool at this point. I try to scream, but can't. I come inside, babbling as I try to explain what I saw to my mom. I finally manage to spit out "Call 911! Call an ambulance!', and my mother says in more of a disappointed tone than one of terror "Oh no". I wake up, breathing heavily, and spend the next two days unable to get the dream out of my head.

Pretty much sucked.

[MissingName]

Once I dreamed (with incredible realism) that my grandma was chopping ingredients for soup, and she slipped, broke her leg and cut herself very badly with the knife.  The dog came over and whimpered and licked her, but grandma simply couldn't get up, let alone reach the phone.  The dog whined and howled as grandma bled out...

I called her the next day to make sure it was only a dream.

[zuhane]

I had a dream the other night that I was limping down my street, and both my legs were broken. I was covered in blood and weighed down with
chains that had pierced my skin, so there was no way to get them out. I could see a man in a trench coat in the distance walking closer, so I kept limping
towards my house which seemed to keep getting further away. I finally made it into my house and slammed my door shut. But when I turned around, there
was a door behind me. I was stuck between 2 doors. All of a sudden, this kind of feral man in a straight jacket with clingfilm wrapped around his face, no teeth
and loads of burns started screaming and banging his head against the door, smashing the glass and covering his head with blood. I looked around me and everything
was on fire. Then, in a lucid dream kind of way, I thought I'd woken up.

However, when I thought I'd woke up, I had no bed covers on and was completely paralyzed. There was a chair next to my bed with someone
sat on it wearing a sharp tuxedo, sat up straight and official, body pointed alongside the bed. But his face looked something like Jigsaw from saw,
and he was just staring at me. Then I genuinely woke up. ****ing horrible nightmare, that one!

[Archem]

I had a dream last night. It wasn't a nightmare, really, but it did make me incredibly sad. I don't remember the whole thing, but I remember being at my old house, and my dead cat's head was sitting inside, next to the front door. It wasn't a dead head, she was alive. Then, I looked out into the front yard (the front door was open, by the way). It was night, but I could see that down the walkway to the front door, my cat was sitting there with her body, but she was missing an arm or two, and had no tail. Then I looked further, into the street, and saw that she was perfectly fine. I said to my mom that I was sad, because the most whole form of her was the furthest away, and I knew that, if I approached my whole cat, she would disappear. Man, I feel horrible just thinking about it.

I miss my cat...

[lilsniffs3]

I've been trying to get lucid dreams for a while now, and a few weeks ago, by accident, it happened. Prior to attempting to cause lucid dreams, I contemplated what would happen if I thought of my fears in one. In that dream, it progressed as usual, as a dream of hanging out with friends at school, until I realized I was dreaming. I couldn't wake up. I tried pinching myself, which hurt, but didn't do anything for waking me up. I tried telling my friends that we were in a dream, but nothing. Then, I thought of my fears by accident. Suddenly, I was inside the school and I could hear loud crashes. Suddenly, a classroom door opened in front of me, revealing a large, monstrous creature staring at me. All I could think was "Don't kill me, don't kill me," even though I was in a dream. Luckily, the monster stomped around elsewhere, and my heart racing caused me to wake up.

[Natako]

That actually happens to me all the time, lilsniffs. I'll be stuck in a dream, often half-awake, but unable to fully wake up. One time I even had a case where my eyes were half-open and I could see the kitchen, but at the same time I could see the dream (yeah, I was seeing two things at the same time...trippy) and hear the sound from the dream. I usually don't remember my dreams, but I know that I'm often able to recognize a dream as such...yet I can't wake myself up. This is annoying when I have nightmares. =\

[Drakiyth]

I advise every one of you get a dream catcher. Even if it's a myth and their is no magic it actually does help because the neurons in your brain act differently knowing it's there. They work wonders.

The worst nightmare I ever had was when I woke up out of my bed thinking I was actually awake but was sleeping. It was a carbon copy of reality which was scary as **** let me tell you what. I walked down a dark hallway and as my feet kept touching the carpet (I was barefoot), they kept sinking into the floor like it was made of hot wax. I finally got to the end of the hallway in the old house I used to live in and could see the tv was on but it was white noise and static. Inside the room were two lounge chairs but they were turned towards the TV. However, they were rocking back and forth. When I walked up to the chair time stopped.. It was slow motion and suddenly the chairs turned towards me to reveal the most horrible image ever. On the chairs were my parents decapitated bodies and they were holding their own heads. I woke up and couldn't sleep for days afterwards. I don't know where dreams come from or what the hell causes them to be so real but the mind is a powerful thing.

Some ancient religions even believe dreams are magical or spiritual where we leave our bodies and explore heaven or hell.

Of course the Native Amercians believe in capturing negative energy in the web of the Dream Catcher which is what causes nightmares. Dark spirits and all that.

[dragovainlord]

I'm a really heavy deep sleeper. But when I DO have a dream I usually forget what it was all about and my pajamas are all wet...
wait wut

[Archem]

I don't know, I seem to be immune to most placebos. Guess it comes with being an atheist.

Must be hell.

[SaiKar]

I don't know, I seem to be immune to most placebos. Guess it comes with being an atheist.

lolno. Instead of "God will make it work," atheists accept "This medicine is based on science and it will make everything better." If anything, that's a more powerful placebo, since society is structured in a way that makes doctors in lab coats holding bottles of pills sound legit.

I have a hard time with pseudo lucid dreaming type things. I sleep lightly, so it doesn't take much to "wake me up," but most times I'm still at least partially dreaming. So I think I'm on my bed in the dark fully awake but the dream is still going on. Sometimes I think there are people in the room, or that my bed is unusually very large, or other weird things. The worst is when I actually THINK I'm getting out of bed (still laying down sleeping, mind you) and go use the computer or the phone or something. I think I'm having conversations with people that never actually occured. I'm awake enough to get all of their personalities right - these conversations are VERY reliastic, down to the typing quirks or speech patterns of the people I'm interacting with - but it's all still a dream so none of it happened. I've referenced things people said in these dreams that never happened because sometimes it can be hard to remember what was dream and what was awake later on.

Sometimes it goes the other way. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the dreamworld and I know it's a dream but I have some control. Those can be interesting. Inception style. Other times, I wake up and know it's a dream but have no control. Usually during nightmares. In these cases I can force myself to wake up, but it's... hard? Difficult to describe. It feels like I'm exterting myself strongly to force myself out of the dreams, but I'm obviously not using any actual muscles. But there is something going on because I usually wake up almost out of breath with a racing heart.

Sleep is weird, man. It's almost enough to make me not want to go to bed.

[HackersTotalMassLaser]

Bad dreams? Only when sleep paralysis happens.

You start believing things you thought you wouldn't believe.

[MissingName]

Bad dreams? Only when sleep paralysis happens.

You start believing things you thought you wouldn't believe.

Sleep paralysis: When mindfucks come to life.  It's horrifying.