Nightmares

Awkwardschoolgirl · Post by **Awkwardschoolgirl** » Sun May 07, 2006 1:59 pm

Like... no internet connection?!!?!? Nooooeeeesssss!!!! *curls into the fetal position and wimpers*

Sweet or Sour · Post by **Sweet or Sour** » Sun May 07, 2006 3:41 pm

My nightmares are difficult to describe, as most my dreams in general seem to be so thoroughly detached from reality as to make it difficult to even draw reasonable parallels. Of the very few dreams that I have that have been even slightly anchored in reality, as in that they can be compared immediately and easily to familiar things, the worst ones have a bit of a running theme of falling apart. Not in the sense of bleeding, but as if I am constructed of a type of foam material, that is skin colored through and through, and leaves a simple porous edge that used to connect whatever body part fell to the floor or severed, similar to torn foam. Usually it is fingers and teeth that go, sometimes eyes, and they are not violently removed, but just fall off.

Oddly enough though, death in my dreams has had a reoccurring atypical meaning of being associated with great peace, as opposed to the fear inspiring events that are described in the dreams of others.

Honor · Post by **Honor** » Sun May 07, 2006 4:03 pm

Funniest nightmare: Based on where we were living at the time, I'd estimate I was around 4. Sometime after my first visit to Las Vegas, where my mother's mother was living, I had a dream that there was a Giant Cowboy in my backyard, stealing my dog. I've spent a lot of time since in Las Vegas, and that damn sign has creeped me out ever since.

queenhank wrote:Sonic just kept going faster and faster, as the running sound kept getting higher and higher pitched, until I knew I couldn't take anymore, and then I woke up.

Yeah, it doesn't sound scary at all, but to this day, whenever I hear a high-pitched whine getting higher, I nearly have a panic attack.

This sounds like the only class of "nightmare" I ever really have, in my adult life. I call them "volume" dreams... In my case, it's not generally a sound, but more a general immensity. Imagine if a seeping whiteness was released into the universe... Like a black hole in reverse. All-encompassing white... blankness. Ever expanding, until it fills the entire universe, all but me, and it slowly, inexorably crushes me into the most infinately small point of nothingness.

Sometimes it's sand, which starts from a small hole in the ceiling, or water from some other source, or the white nothingness. I sometimes wonder if the giant cowboy was part of it, because - even though, at the time, it was all about being terrified for my dog - the one thing I remember from that dream, now, isn't the fear for myself or my dog, but the overwhelming smallness.

Most of my dreams, I wouldn't class as particularly bad... usually good enough, or just "life", but with interesting twists. I had to thumb for a ride in one recent one (I never hitchhike). I was picked up by Jodie Foster, and we had a very interesting conversation, and then dinner. Wierd.

Also, of a somewhat related note, is the impact of something like active military service. I left the United States Army something like twenty years ago, and I still have dreams, at least every six months or so, in which I am back in the military...

Indigo Violent · Post by **Indigo Violent** » Sun May 07, 2006 6:15 pm

Honor wrote:Most of my dreams, I wouldn't class as particularly bad... usually good enough, or just "life", but with interesting twists.

I regularly have "mundane" dreams - where I'm at a lecture or reading a book or watching TV.
Then sometimes I dream I'm in a book I'm reading/have read. The one where I had sex with a character from Anne McCaffrey's "Crystal Singer" was especially memorable...

Honor · Post by **Honor** » Mon May 08, 2006 10:04 am

Last dream I remember this morning...

I was dreaming about medicating the filly (this is a pretty standard "alarm clock" dream, where some part of my brain was obviously reminding me that, even though it's a week-end, I still have to wake up early and give the baby her meds.) Well, I was working with this one particularly vile yellow liquid that tends to get all over everywhere, and it did... It squirted all over.

When I look up, I'm in the car of/with the District Attorney from Medium. Or, at least Miguel Sandoval, playing someone else... Because I'mpretty sure he wasn't playing himself. So, yeah... this stuff got all over his suit (he's dressed like the DA, at least). He's on the cell phone with someone, talking business, and I get this blue towell (it's a medical hand-towell like we have here at home for vet stuff) and I'm dabbing and wiping and getting the stuff off his suit.

He looks at me like "wtf?" and I mouth-whisper ('cause he's on the phone) "I'm sorry, baby.. I got some of her medicine on you. Let me clean it off." Which, you know, I continue doing. So... I'm all in his personal space, dabbing and wiping this stuff off him...

You know how you just know stuff? Like, if you saw your dog, with your mom's favorite shoe, you wouldn't actually think: "There's a small animal there... Could be a dog. Why, I believe that's my dog. And he has a shoe in his mouth, which, as I conciously think about it, I recognize as, at the very least, an almost exact duplicate of a shoe my mother is, in fact, extraordinarily fond of." No... In a fraction of a second, your brain would go: "sparky. mom's shoe. shit. trouble."

Well... I knew I worked at "The Very Large Corporation of America", whichever one it was (I've worked there before... Motorola, AT&T, you get a feel for these things.). The character Mr. Sandoval was playing was my boss. It wasn't pure office work we did, but there was office work involved.... But, we also did field work, of some kind. And it was wholly innappropriate for me to be calling him "baby". I was blushing and embarrassed over the slip.

The he kissed me. And that blushing, tight, wtf feeling in the pit of my stomach got way worse. And then I kissed back. And didn't mind, really, too much. It was kind of nice. I knew I liked him a lot, I just didn't know if I liked him.

There was actually a fairly substantial amount of kissing that went on, but it was mostly him kissing and telling me it was ok, and me trying to get him ready for his meeting, and telling him right now wasn't the best time to be having this conversation and that I needed time to think. But still calling him 'baby'.

Then, one of my real-world friends, who we'll call Ms. Cheung, called me on the cell phone and let me know she was just arriving at the airport, and could I get a company car and come get her. (She worked in the wierd corporation with us.) Saved! I excused myself and set about finding a car.

I got my mail on the way... My dead-several-years-now father had sent me a cutting board for my birthday. (I make custom hardwood butcher block cutting boards as one of my hobbies... As a result, I have far nicer cutting boards than you can find in a store. But it was a nice thought... 'Cause I love cooking and kitchen tools. I'd say my dad was clinging to one of my few girly traits, but I learned much of my cooking and love of cooking from him.)

So, when I get to the airport and pick her up, the rumor mill has already gotten to her, and she says something like "So... You and Mr. (whatever his name is) huh?" in that voice.

Shortly thereafter, I woke up.

Error of Logic · Post by **Error of Logic** » Mon May 08, 2006 12:32 pm

One of my worst nightmares is from when I was little ... I dreamt I was in a video game, one I'd never played and which does not, to my knowledge, exist.
The idea was that a big limo drove you up to a factory in the dead of night and you'd have to make your way through. With green, glowing zombies chasing you. I'd always trip at a certain point, always the same point, and the pursuing zombie would tag me.
Now, that was bad enough. What was much worse is that the game would then automatically reset and I was driven up to the factory and had to run all over, with the same zombie running after me - and I'd trip at the same point.
Restart. Run. Trip in the same place.
It may not sound so horrible now, but the sheer hopelessness of it ...

Aeridus · Post by **Aeridus** » Mon May 08, 2006 1:36 pm

More proof that dreams are just glimpses into alternate realities. :B

Kite-san · Post by **Kite-san** » Mon May 08, 2006 4:18 pm

i had one last night where i was just sort of watchign from outside a family psychotherapy session where the family was Maleficent and Sephiroth as the parents, and Lash and Sami (from advance wars) as their twin children.

thoroughly fucked up, especially as it led to black tentacled incest with the therapist trying to figur eout what he coudl say without getting anhillated by dark sourcery.

RavenxDrake · Post by **RavenxDrake** » Mon May 08, 2006 5:47 pm

kite-san wrote:i had one last night where i was just sort of watchign from outside a family psychotherapy session where the family was Maleficent and Sephiroth as the parents, and Lash and Sami (from advance wars) as their twin children.

thoroughly fucked up, especially as it led to black tentacled incest with the therapist trying to figur eout what he coudl say without getting anhillated by dark sourcery.

Best. Dream. Ever.

Seriously.

Jackalope · Post by **Jackalope** » Tue May 09, 2006 9:36 pm

For a couple nights in a row last week, I dreamt of my late lover, Terry. We were dance partners and co-taught dance classes together. He was killed in a freak lab accident seven, almost eight years ago. It's been a long time since I dreamt of him in much detail. I've been finding out that some types of grief never quite fade away.

Aeridus · Post by **Aeridus** » Tue May 09, 2006 11:37 pm

Ouch...

Jackalope · Post by **Jackalope** » Thu May 11, 2006 1:49 am

Gah, it must be "revisit the exes week." Got to dream about my most recent ex, the one who just went psycho and then proceded to screw me over and attempted to professionally backstab me as well. For a good portion of the dream, he was only a mildly obnoxious jerk. Then he started drinking all my booze, and turned into a really obnoxious drunk. I finally woke up a little while ago while I was comtemplating ways to get him out of my house. The last idea before I managed to wake myself up was to just leave him somewhere and call his wife from a pay phone so she wouldn't know who was calling. Somewhere in there, he tried to sleaze his way into some sort of party or dance camp that I was invited to because of my past association with Terry.

Ngh. Stress. I've already managed to avoid two gigs and possibly a third where I'd have to deal with psychoboy. Obviously, I'd be happier if I didn't have to deal with him at all.

Alter alias · Post by **Alter alias** » Mon May 15, 2006 2:52 pm

I can pretty much chalk all my bad dreams up to japanese horror films, and the woman in black its all become an unplesant amalgama chick that sits just outside my vision, dosn't actiualy do something just is there hell on occasion i find this affecting me when awake, icky.

Chaszmyr Mae'Val · Post by **Chaszmyr Mae'Val** » Fri May 19, 2006 10:08 am

I don't think this would class as scary as I more felt numb after I woke up; but about a year or so after it happened I had a dream about the Twin Towers. I was carrying a child from one of the towers and gave her to a passerby to get her to safety; I got back to one of the towers to see if I could help anyone else when it came down and I actually spent the next few seconds or so in total darkness before waking up.

The scary thing for me is I've never left the UK, but I recognised the plaza between the towers when I saw it on TV a few months ago.

I have a lot of nightmares - most of them revolve around a woman I fell out with lecturing me about how much of a better person she is compared to me, but the Towers has to be the most memorable one I've had.

Lictor · Post by **Lictor** » Fri May 19, 2006 10:39 am

Scariest dream I can remember is: I am being chased by something down dark streets, can't remember what, maybe a xenomorph, I turn a corner into a completely pitch black area while looking over my shoulder and it's a dead-end. My backs pressed against a wall and just as it emerges from around the corner and I wake up. I am sweating buckets, lying on my back, looking up into darkness, pulse racing and I can't move.

Fully awake now. I am completely paralysed with fear not daring to move a muscle or make a sound and I will swear something walked accross my bed. I felt the matress depress near my right leg, then between my legs and then on the other side of my left leg nearer my foot as if something walked accross my bed. It took me twenty minutes before I could move again. I got up and searched the room and the house after that but didn't find anything. Oh, we didn't have any pets at that time.

Alter alias · Post by **Alter alias** » Fri May 19, 2006 10:46 am

The not being able to move bit sounds like Sleep paralysis this is often associated with halucination in one form or another, feelings of pressure uppon a part of your body are not uncommon.

Error of Logic · Post by **Error of Logic** » Fri May 19, 2006 12:38 pm

Lictor, I don't want to offend, but ... is it possible you have rodents in the house? Just asking. If it isn't that, you might have had some form of psychosomatic response - you expected there to be something deep down, so your body registered a presence. Again, not meaning to offend, just shooting out ideas.

Now entering the Twilight Zone:
A third and less likely possibility involves you tapping into some form of telekinesis when you were in a heavily altered state of mind. And if we want to go right off the deep end - maybe your dream registered the passage of something ethereal passing through your space, and you sensed it as it passed by.

L-mo · Post by **L-mo** » Fri May 19, 2006 1:03 pm

the scariest dream I ever had was the one where I was walking around in my parents neighbourhood, and while I was walking, bugs came out of my mouth. Not one or two, but thousands! the worst thing about it was, that when I woke up, I was hallucinating from the high fever I got that night, making me believe that the bugs I throug up in my dream where still crawling around and over me...
Still kinda freaks me out when I think about it

! musta been the reason why I'm still kinda f*&%d up

Lictor · Post by **Lictor** » Fri May 19, 2006 5:16 pm

Error of Logic wrote:Lictor, I don't want to offend, but ... is it possible you have rodents in the house? Just asking. If it isn't that, you might have had some form of psychosomatic response - you expected there to be something deep down, so your body registered a presence. Again, not meaning to offend, just shooting out ideas.

Now entering the Twilight Zone:
A third and less likely possibility involves you tapping into some form of telekinesis when you were in a heavily altered state of mind. And if we want to go right off the deep end - maybe your dream registered the passage of something ethereal passing through your space, and you sensed it as it passed by.

No offense taken.

There were no rodents in the house and you'd have to be talking about a rat the size of the ones in Food of the Gods 2 for the "imagined" pressure put on the mattress. I put it down to, I was so sure it was there so my mind conjured up the physical sensations of it being there. Still one of the scariest moments of my life though. The mind is a powerful thing.

These two are more twighlight zone:

When the neighbours cat got in (though I was asleep) I felt/dreamed it pushing open my bedroom door, walking in my room and when it jumped on my bed I opened my eyes and I had the sensation of a nose and face millimeters from my own. It then jumped down and wandered off. After the initial shock and annoyance I found it under the bed in the spare room and turfed it out. Still made me jump even though I sort of saw it coming.

Weirdest dream. Floating above my bed/body by about a foot looked down myself and watched my alarm clock tick down the minutes till it went off. At which point I woke up at the time I watched the clock count to with the alarm going off.

Last one. Almost asleep, imagining I'm walking/running along a road. My foot lands on a loose rock that gives way. As I twist and fall in the dream like moment, my whole body will jerk 180 degrees over in bed as if I have actually just stood on and twisted over on this loose rock. It's annoying because I'm then wide awake again.

Plastic · Post by **Plastic** » Sat May 20, 2006 1:37 am

Lictor wrote:Scariest dream I can remember is: I am being chased by something down dark streets, can't remember what, maybe a xenomorph, I turn a corner into a completely pitch black area while looking over my shoulder and it's a dead-end. My backs pressed against a wall and just as it emerges from around the corner and I wake up. I am sweating buckets, lying on my back, looking up into darkness, pulse racing and I can't move.

Fully awake now. I am completely paralysed with fear not daring to move a muscle or make a sound and I will swear something walked accross my bed. I felt the matress depress near my right leg, then between my legs and then on the other side of my left leg nearer my foot as if something walked accross my bed. It took me twenty minutes before I could move again. I got up and searched the room and the house after that but didn't find anything. Oh, we didn't have any pets at that time.

This reminded me of a nightmare I had when I was 8 or so. The scariest part was not the dream itself.

The dream was, I was sitting up in bed, reading a book, when I hear a soft growling noise. I look around, and there, sitting on top of my dresser, is this small black *thing*, with claws and a tail and these glowing orangey eyes. I stare at this thing for a minute, absolutely petrified, trying to gather the courage to jump up and run screaming for help. Then I wake up, drenched in sweat.
I turn on my lamp, check the time (1:00am) and eyeball my dresser to make sure the whatever is gone, when I hear that same soft growling sound. I freeze, and look around, then realize that my dog is peeking in through the crack of my door. I almost start to relax until I wonder what the hell he's growling at. He noses open the door, and I realize he is STARING AT THE TOP OF MY DRESSER. He bares fangs and lets out this horrifying snarl that I've never heard him make before or since, and I feel a rush of motion in the air followed by the slamming of my miniblinds against the tightly closed window. My dog immediately relaxes, ambles over to my bed and starts nudging my hand with his nose like he wants to be petted. I didn't get back to sleep that night...