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The Fucked up Dreams and Nightmares thread...
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Hi,
Sorry if this is too related to the disturbing and terrifying stories thread, but I thought dreams and nightmares were sufficiently interesting to warrant their own. So... what are your most disturbing/messed up dreams and nightmares? Or even those that just had a real impact on you... the dreams that stick with you way longer than they should.
Here's my top 3:
1.)I'm in a posh house, theres a mirror behind me and many glass windows on the outside. I'm sitting in my swanky chair, as for some reason I am rich in this dream. Then, looking out the window I see eyes... well, a whole person, a crazy looking brunette lady just staring at me, and I know she wants to hurt me. I'm tense, frightened, and just watch as she stares. Behind the cray stalker woman emerges and attractive blonde from the darkness, with a less frightening gaze but equally as steely. The first womans head CRACKS against the glass, blood everywhere, as the blonde shoves her head through my window and proceeds to enter the house, tie me up and torture me.
That last part is kind of generic, and far less frightening than the staring and knowing she wants to hurt you... and the staring *shivers*
2.) Another dream I woke up screaming from. I was somehow *in* this mental patients brain or at least can hear her thoughts. She cannot see me. There is... a toothbrush? She is in an elevator. I know she is going to kill all the orderlies, everyone she sees, maybe stabbing them with the toothbrush, but I seem to recall that she thinks she has a gun somewhere. The orderlies smile at her, they think she is just being silly. The mental patient smiles, but only I can see that it is not a happy smile, it is malicious. Inside her head, she is SCREAMING. the screaming doesn't stop. These people are going to die and she is screaming in her head.
3.) Less strictly horror, but there is a suicide gameshow telethon on TV, and the world is watching. Yet some parts are also in my backyard. A starving African family, a mother brings her young son, his feet bound to his arms behind his back. The world watches? How will he kill himself? Does he want to die? He tips himself to one side whilst trying to unbind himself, and falls to the side, cracking his head on my garden path down which blood trickles.
> I don't know why I thought this thread was a good idea. Perhaps posting them and talking about our dreams will give some kind of catharsis. Or something? o_O
Sorry if this is too related to the disturbing and terrifying stories thread, but I thought dreams and nightmares were sufficiently interesting to warrant their own. So... what are your most disturbing/messed up dreams and nightmares? Or even those that just had a real impact on you... the dreams that stick with you way longer than they should.
Here's my top 3:
1.)I'm in a posh house, theres a mirror behind me and many glass windows on the outside. I'm sitting in my swanky chair, as for some reason I am rich in this dream. Then, looking out the window I see eyes... well, a whole person, a crazy looking brunette lady just staring at me, and I know she wants to hurt me. I'm tense, frightened, and just watch as she stares. Behind the cray stalker woman emerges and attractive blonde from the darkness, with a less frightening gaze but equally as steely. The first womans head CRACKS against the glass, blood everywhere, as the blonde shoves her head through my window and proceeds to enter the house, tie me up and torture me.
That last part is kind of generic, and far less frightening than the staring and knowing she wants to hurt you... and the staring *shivers*
2.) Another dream I woke up screaming from. I was somehow *in* this mental patients brain or at least can hear her thoughts. She cannot see me. There is... a toothbrush? She is in an elevator. I know she is going to kill all the orderlies, everyone she sees, maybe stabbing them with the toothbrush, but I seem to recall that she thinks she has a gun somewhere. The orderlies smile at her, they think she is just being silly. The mental patient smiles, but only I can see that it is not a happy smile, it is malicious. Inside her head, she is SCREAMING. the screaming doesn't stop. These people are going to die and she is screaming in her head.
3.) Less strictly horror, but there is a suicide gameshow telethon on TV, and the world is watching. Yet some parts are also in my backyard. A starving African family, a mother brings her young son, his feet bound to his arms behind his back. The world watches? How will he kill himself? Does he want to die? He tips himself to one side whilst trying to unbind himself, and falls to the side, cracking his head on my garden path down which blood trickles.
> I don't know why I thought this thread was a good idea. Perhaps posting them and talking about our dreams will give some kind of catharsis. Or something? o_O
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I tend to have recurring dreams about zombies and trying to run from them and/or save someone else that I care about from them. They tend to be very disturbing, with an underlying feeling that even though I keep fight, it's a losing battle and eventually I'll get overwhelmed. I always wake before that happens, but the feeling is disturbing and I remember it when I wake up.
Dreams that make me confront the lives I either wish I had or pretend I don't have.
I've pretty much stopped having disturbing or frightening dreams because I figured out how to eject myself from them into that half-conscious state where your mind is awake but your body is still asleep. After a few seconds, I fall back asleep and my dreams change.
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Then I wake up to my alarm right on time. It's very confusing and frustrating, but at the same time it's pretty relieving being on time.
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Nothing is worse than those. Jesus.
I do have stress dreams where I'm trying to play a game or something that just doesn't make any sense. The rules will keep changing, but I keep trying to win.
I'm sure that means something.
This goes back to when I was in college.
In the dream, I was approached by a girl I was interested in at the time. She asked me to come to her house to help her with an art project.
I happily agreed and showed up at the agreed time. She met me in a two piece bathing suit and gave me a camera to take pictures of her. Sweeeeeeet ...
We went around behind her house, where she has a kiddie wading pool set up. "I'm going to be doing some posing for you! Just take the pictures for me, okay?" With that, she gets in the pool and drops her bottom ...
Lays on her back in the pool, with her legs over her head ...
And promptly Tubgirl's.
Vile brown liquid spews through the air in a fountain of fecal devastation. Streams of shit flow over the edge of the kiddie pool cum cess pit. Poo rains from the air onto the ground in front of me. Finally, the horror ends.
Covered in her own feces, she gets to her feet in the pool and approaches me with a twinkle in her eye and offers only one explanation ...
"That was the artistic expression of my inner rage."
well, according to science everyone dreams, but I guess I just never remember mine
Sometimes, if I'm barely asleep I can maybe conjure something in my head, but I never remember anything detailed about it
ughhh..... yeah. Night terrors you just wake up screaming.
Freaking horrible, I always think people are breaking into my house trying to get me, and once I shake it off I spend the rest of the night awake with most of the lights in the house on.
Been, like, a year since the last one though.
Sleep paralysis normally doesn't last 4 hours though.
Everything was so intense and extreme it was beginning to stress me out but for some reason I couldn't stop lying there and either staring at my fan or the window. If I tried to move then I got the feeling that I was stuck in a loop and that I could only choose between lying on whichever side and couldn't escape that overwhelming feeling. Apparently as my room mate walked by I sat up suddenly and shouted "JESUS! FUCK!" He asked me something, can't remember what and I just said, "Shit! I don't know man!" and then laid back down.
I wasn't taking any drugs so I wasn't tripping and I'm not even sure I was asleep at the time. I just hope I never get that feeling again, whatever it was.
You're completely aware of your surroundings, your dying to move around but you can't, the claustorphobia starts to set in, you can sense when someone is around you coming this close to waking you up but they don't and you're like "NO BITCH, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND WAKE ME UP! DO I LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU?!" but you can't.
GRAAH!
But the worst, the absolute worst are the ones to do with sex. It's always that I'm climbing into bed with the most beautiful women my imagination could conjure, and I wake up right before it goes down. This isn't some "hurr hurr, am I right fellas" shit, I literally wake up and feel miserable.
It didn't even feel like I fell asleep, and I don't remember a definite waking period. It was so cool/strange.
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I had a dream where I woke up early in the morning. I remembered I had nothing to do that day, so I started playing Halo 3. I got tired soon after, so I laid back down to go to sleep. In my dream, I woke up again, but something was wrong. My bedsheet was over my face and I felt that someone was in the room with me, standing in the corner. I tried to take the sheet off to get a better look, but every time I pulled it it moved back instantly, keeping me from seeing anything more than silhouettes. I got out of bed and wrestled with it for a minute, still unable to see clearly when I suddenly look up and see a shadowy figure reaching for my face.
I woke up in a panic, tore the sheets off and got out of bed.
That's still the only real nightmare I remember clearly. I've had fucked up dreams about falling, days being totally awesome and oddly enough a couple dreams where I had shootouts with dozens of guys in fedoras, but that's the one nightmare I can clearly remember.
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Example: When I first learned to drive a standard transmission my dreams would have me going for a leasurly drive in the countryside with very little traffic. The final dream was of me being a German soldier in Stalingrad driving a big military deuce-and-a-half and trying to escape oncoming hordes of Russians while my passengers screamed at me to hurry. Every time I stalled someone in the back would get shot and die. Every time I drove to slow someone would get shot and die. It was such a stressful and terrible dream.
What I consider to be the crown jewel of the 'skill related dreams' is the drem I had when I learned how to tint windows. I used to work at a glass shop and had a dick for a boss. When I learned how to tint I predictably had a dream for about a week. The crescendo went like this:
I'm tinting a storefront entrance at a local mall wiht huge floor to ceiling windows by myself and having a hell of a time. I know I'm taking too long and just waiting for the inevitable phone call from my boss that delivers the ass chewing.
"Where are you, what are you doing, what the hell is taking so long?!"
Needless to say I'm pretty stressed.
I finish the door and one side and I'm in the middle of another when I see someone running at the door. At first I think nothing of it and then WHAM! right into the glass while I'm making a cut on the tint. The razorblade I use for cutting goes askew and I fuck up a massive piece of tint. Fuck.
Now I know as a glasier that the tinsile strength of tempered glass (which is what this is) is about 400 pounds per square inch. I thank my lucky stars it didnt break. About this time I start to grow concerned about the fellow who just ran headlong into it and realize he's covered with blood. I'm about to open the door and check on him when a barage of people start slamming into the glass.
I realize they are all coming for me, and they're zombies. Fast zombies
I call my boss.
"Dave there's zombies attacking the storefront I'm tinting"
"Didja finish?" he snarls back over the phone
"Uuuuh no, I got one window left-"
"Well call me when you're done" click
Fuck
So I go back to tinting while zombies bang on the fucking window. Needless to say I fuck up my tint. It turns out to be the last of my tint and I call my boss back.
"Dave theyre pounding on the windows and I cant get a decent cut on the tint and I'm all out"
" How many pieces have you wasted so far" he spits back.
"2"
I hear incoherant grumbling on the otherside of the phone.
"For hells sake, next time I'll just send a monkey with a hammer over there to do it"
"Dave theres zombies-"
'I dont want to hear excuses, just get in the geo and get back to the shop. I'll find someone to send over there who will do it right." click
We have a shitty little geo metro that is our company tinting car. I gather my tools and head for the door. After cautiously opening it I realize there are no zombies and make a bee line for the geo. I throw my shit in and go to start it.
Nothing
I try again
It revs, spits, sputters, then dies.
Shit
The noise attracts some zombies from around the front an I see them running at me. I notice a revolver under the seat and take it out. I step from the car and open fire. 6 shots 6 dead zombies. I run back inside and barely escape being grabbed by the rest of the horde of zombies. I call my boss.
"Dave the geo won't start"
"Well then just walk back theres a pistol under the seat if you need it"
"I know I used it"
"How many bullets did you waste"
"None six headshots" I respond
"You used up the whole thing?!"
"Well yeah, theres a lot of them"
More incoherant grumbling
"Where are you" he snarls
I relay my location
"Well....stay there I'll see if I can send someone to pick you up....god... Do you know how much money you've wasted?!" click
Thats where the dream ended I woke up stressed and shitty. I had to go through my day trying my best not to strangle my boss since it was only a dream.
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Eesh. All I can say is thank goodness i've never had sleep paralysis!
Hmm... that's very interesting, and i can kinda relate to that. Friendships that have slipped away etc. I do still interact with in dreams, its a very odd experience. Though my tv show obsession does mean that these dreams occasionally slip into a tangent world too, it starts off mundane 'hey Dave, haven't seen you in years' then you'll run into Locke and Starbuck and like, a Rhino or something. Last night, Lorelai Gilmore gave me shit for not doing enough revision... which is good because she is a lot less scary than my actual mother, so that one was a bonus.
Thats the same with me and staring dreams. I know in my head the doors are unlocked, and if I make the first move and head for a door, so will they, so the me staring at a crazy staring back at me with anticipation of whats to come, thats the worst for me.
What sort of games? I think i have something similar, but its something like picking something up and i keep dropping it, or putting things in a certain order, but the objects move like magnets do when they push each other away. Though with me I think thats subconscious OCD and hating the world for not being able to organise things.
Ugh, you do not feel rested at all after those ones. I've been through an exam day, doing morning revision, taking an exam, going home and going to sleep - then i wake up exhausted in the real world.
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Pokemon stadium in real life. In a pool.
I swear to god I had that dream a lot.
I heard everyone chanting Charizard and I thought "Bullshit I'm not bringing out Charizard in A POOL.
I just stood there in the dream, thinking, that isn't supposed to happen.
The problem I have is that i had this exact dream, on and off, for months. Like my subconscious was trying to tell me how I was going to die.
More disturbing was a dream where at a family reuinion, my brother turns up with a brain injury from an accident where part of his head was caved right in. Everyone is trying to keep a brave face, but I go to see him and he has this look of depression, fear and pain that stuck in my memory so clearly it was frightening. His eyes were yellowed and there was a stream of brain juice coming out of them. I woke up crying. Thinking about it gives me shivers.
Edit: Rocketsauce, I accidentally lucid dreamed a few years ago, and realising it was a dream, left the current narrative and just flew instead. now my dreams are kinda fucked up because in a lot of them, I can fly, but in the "rules" of the dream, that's normal.
Lucid dreaming is all kinds of awesome though, and one of the best episodes of "Ed" was based on the concept.
For example, if I'm having a nightmare I can just wake up. Like I've suddenly realized the shapes of the things around me, and then they become solid. This goes both ways though. Usually when I'm having a really good dream, I can just suddenly wake up with no control. Especially if I realize it's a dream. It's like I get forcefully ejected if things start becoming too "clear".
Yeah, I have these occasionally.
On the other hand, the lucid dreams I have TOTALLY make up for it. Last night I outflew an fighter jet.
Seemingly, I was at my own funeral. I honestly can't remember much about it, other than my mother and sister were sitting beside me and the Reverend was saying stuff about my life.
I can never remember most of my dreams anyway.
Yep, used to have them frequently when i was younger. I seem to have grown out of them or something though, just like those migraines I had in my teens.
Most of my sleep paralysises had a black silhouette of a man that I was certain was standing in the room and observing me (even though I could never see a face) and radiating intense hatred and malice. My sleep paralysis is filled with the worst sense of dread you could imagine. They only end when I slooowly manage to raise my hand above my head and turn on the lamp.
And then I wake up and my hands are still under the cover and never moved. And that lamp was in a house I moved away from six years ago.
My actual nightmares are kind of strange. Nothing happens in them. There's just a dreadful sense of things being horribly horribly wrong.
Eyes... in the dark. One moon circles.
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I tried to run away, but one of the other children, which was my friend before the demonic thing showed up, caught me and dragged me back to the demon with superhuman strength. I was helpless. In punishment for running away, the demon thingy gave me a rusty old hacksaw and told me I had to saw my left hand off, put it in a pot of boiling water until the flesh fell off the bones, then pick the pieces of flesh out of the boiling water with my other hand and eat them. I tried to run away again, was caught, and all the children held me down, my friend's face right by mine, and they used the rusty saw to cut my throat. Rinse and repeat, all night.
The theory is, when you look at your hands in your dream, the constant repitition and focus will trigger that state, and you will become aware of your dreams. I did it for about a week years ago, and it worked.
The reason I stopped was because it didn't even feel like I was sleeping anymore. I could literally remember everything about my dreams, and could even perceive the outside world while I was asleep. I was still living at home, and in my dream I could hear my mom walking up the stairs and doing some laundry. I realized I was dreaming, and with no effort at all, opened my eyes, woke up, and got up. It was just...weird. Like I wasn't asleep, but I was.