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[Hayllee]

I had a dream when I was nine that was so real it still makes me cringe. I was running from a ghost in a dark, abandoned house, like... flooded shed abandoned with nasty furniture, but the set-up was my own home. This woman... thing had a broken neck, torn dress, and hair as black as sin in her face. Her main thing was trying to like... grab and eat me or something, as the last thing I saw before I woke was a mouth wide open. I remember I ran as fast as I could onto my couch that was facing the wall separating the kitchen and living room, but the wall had a sort of slit in it. I watched Woman glide over to me, trip, crawl over behind the wall into the kitchen, and then sort of leak out of the slit, reaching out for me and then BAM I wake up.



Yes, I was nine, and had no outside influences. (scary movies)



My dog has also been stabbed and kicked, and then the dude ran for me. My family was attacked by a mob once and everyone was shot. Yeah, screwy dreams.

[Highdragonslayer]

A backstory before mine, I was working out for about 2 hours that day, and my whole body was stiff because I forgot to stretch and it was first time working out in a while. So when I got home I played D2 until I got home, I remember being stuck on Diablo for a long time like the entire night and not beating him.



I don't remember much from the dream except being a barbarian fighting diablo, I think in the dream I was really tense, or I get on the leg or something. After that my log tensed up so much it hurt. I ended waking up in a half sleep screaming. When I was finally fully awake I realized what happened and laughed about it later. So yes I pulled a muscle during a dream, about fighting the last boss in a video game.

[Robelicous]

             I'm a profesional fireman so on occasion I see some pretty messed up stuff. I have had two dreams that have shook me up, so to speak. The first involves the Northern Nevada ranching community that I grew up in. I am at a friend of mine's house when I see a motorcycle vs. semitruck accident. I run up on the motorcyclist to find that he has been drug by the truck so far that all of the flesh from basicaly the waste down is gone. All that's left is his bones with bits of flesh. I reach down to see if he is still alive, his eyes open, end he starts to sceam. I wake up at the screaming. 
            In the second I end up at a house for an elderly female down in a shower. I walk into the bathroom by myself and see an extemely hot shower basically cooking an old lady. No matter how hard I try I can't get her out of the shower withour her flesh, hair, or whatever I'm trying to grab her by falling off. Again I wake up as she starts to scream. Bon Appetite with these.
 

Modifié par Robelicous, 07 février 2010 - 03:03 .

[boomgosthedino]

my last dream was just black...

[Teetrinker1212]

My nightmares do not sound very frighten compared to yours.

One was only annoying if I look back: It was in a latin lesson, and our teacher asked for a single piece of vocabulary. I didn't know it. After that I felt really guilty.

In another dream I was chased by snipers. I feared for my life and expected to get killed every second. When I hid myself behind a container or something a austrian actress grabbed me and took me to a small bathroom where I had to kill myself but cut my wrists open. I really thought I would be dead in a few moments and that extremely frightened me.

I also dream always in color, but sound plays just a very small part in my dreams.
And I sometimes mix up my dreams with reality, because I forget about the past very quickly.

[Andarthiel_Demigod]

Nattfare wrote...

My nightmares are usually about being back at school again.

Yea I've had this one also. Usually it starts with me finding out that I've failed one or more subjects in Primary or High School and I have to go back to repeat it.

[Wintermist]

I have this special fever dream I always dream when I have, well, fever.



Ther are these "strings" that goes between 2 mountain peaks. Every now and then there are vibrations going through one of them and I have to keep the vibration of that string to a low level, somehow. And they only grow stronger and stronger and meanwhile someone keeps screaming my name louder and louder. I hate that dream.

[xODD7BALLx]

I'm crawling through the sand and rock, **** is pounding down around me, 70 out, 50 out coming closer, I curl up holding on to my ACH holding tight on my head, then everything stops, I wake up to see a trooper, and 2 Afghans, one is about 12, the other an older man. The trooper's face is shredded with shards of metal and glass, the kid is bleeding out of his neck, the older man has multiple entry wounds from a high powered rifle to the upper torso, they stare at me with empty eyes. Then I really wake up, 4am every morning, unless I drink heavily the night before.

Modifié par Operative84, 14 février 2010 - 04:07 .

[Funkcase]

Operative84 wrote...

I'm crawling through the sand and rock, **** is pounding down around me, 70 out, 50 out coming closer, I curl up holding on to my ACH holding tight on my head, then everything stops, I wake up to see a trooper, and 2 Afghans, one is about 12, the other an older man. The trooper's face is shredded with shards of metal and glass, the kid is bleeding out of his neck, the older man has multiple entry wounds from a high powered rifle to the upper torso, they stare at me with empty eyes. Then I really wake up, 4am every morning, unless I drink heavily the night before.

Thats one terrible dream.

[GuldeCZ]

I remember that one of my friends (studying faculty of applied science...you know, a geek ^^) had a nightmare, where he was a router, and he was allocating IP addresses. It always makes me laugh when I remember the moment he said that to me.

Modifié par GuldeCZ, 14 février 2010 - 05:19 .

[xODD7BALLx]

Funkcase wrote...

Operative84 wrote...

I'm crawling through the sand and rock, **** is pounding down around me, 70 out, 50 out coming closer, I curl up holding on to my ACH holding tight on my head, then everything stops, I wake up to see a trooper, and 2 Afghans, one is about 12, the other an older man. The trooper's face is shredded with shards of metal and glass, the kid is bleeding out of his neck, the older man has multiple entry wounds from a high powered rifle to the upper torso, they stare at me with empty eyes. Then I really wake up, 4am every morning, unless I drink heavily the night before.

Thats one terrible dream.

Yeah, to say the least, disturbingly I've actually begun to kind of get used to having it, I guess it's like anything with consistency, it's been like 3 years now damn maybe longer. Lol everythings a blur nowadays though, I cant remember the guys I was in boot camp with, or hell even the name of my CO, or my BCO, but I remember that ****, every damn night. What would life be without struggle or trials and so forth though right?