I'll go first! A couple of years ago, I had two vivid dreams of getting SA'd.
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Which one? The most recent was that someone was coming in my back window, next to my bed, with a knife. I could see the guy's face plain as day and was trying to push him back out of the window. It scared me awake in a panic. Once I reminded myself I was at home, with a spike topped brick fence and bars on my windows, I was able to get back to sleep (it was that way when I moved in). Also, I have a tendency to dream about plane crashes within a week of them happening.
I get sleep paralysis and it's always about a man breaking into my house!
Unwanted spicy dream about someone I never ever ever want to get spicy with. Truly disturbing. Still to this day have to force myself not to think about it.
I dreamed that I was being held in a cell for committing an (unknown) crime and then learned that my penalty was electrocution. Not in a chair, but in a tank of water that would have an electrical current run into it. I was sitting in the water, terrified and waiting for the jolt, and the dream ended just before they flipped the switch.
Not mine, but an older woman I once knew. She had lived for a while in a city that had a semi-tropical climate in which ant colonies were common. She told us that they had a certain smell that were easy to identify. She said that she had a recurring dream in which a dark planet -- not the moon -- began blocking out the sun. She told us that by the way everything smelled, "it was all ants." I found that to be pretty chilling.
When I was in high school I was cat sitting my friend’s kitty while they were away. One night I had this horrifying dream where my friends drove me over to feed the cat and when I went in, the entire house was filled with tent caterpillars. One by one my friends all came in to see what was taking so long, and one by one they all died horrible deaths.
Cindy suffocated when they filled her nose and mouth. Rob went insane as they began eating his brain. Caroline was blinded by then and tripped down the stairs, plunging into the antlers of a deer mounted on the wall.
Needless to say I did what any teen would have done after such a dream. I wrote a story about it and scared all my friends
The most recent one I can still remember is being chased by Michael Myers (Halloween) and Hannibal Lecter. It's bad enough one of them is after you, let alone both. Scared me awake.
Try having your last name as Freddy's. The jokes never end. My retort is that if I have to live with the last name of a horror character, at least he is a smart one. He gets into your mind and takes your greatest fears to life and taunts you in your dreams. So now you know that you get if you fvck with me. Shuts them up every time.
A nightmare that kept repeating (with minor differences): someone was trying to break into my house. I was struggling to prevent them, locked the door, dragged heavy furniture in front of it, called the police. Nothing seemed to work - the nightmare always ended with them breaking in, and me waking up covered in sweat.
Years later, I found out that a close relative was doing some sort of black magic (I kid you not) on our family. I was her main target, because I had achieved everything her daughter was not able to: I was in college, earned a scholarship, then got a good job.
The last "version" of the nightmare was with this relative, for the first time unsuccessfully trying to break into my house; she was cursing and gritting her teeth. So long, auntie :))
I started having happy dreams about attending my ex-husband’s funeral while we were still married. It was never my fault… some sort of accident. But I’d be sitting in a crematorium trying desperately to behave like a bereaved widow, while watching his coffin slide away and thinking “Burn! Just burn away to ashes. I’m going to flush them down the toilet.” For some weird reason, my dad and one of my sisters were always in the dream. We live on different continents but I guess it made sense they might be here to support me? They would drive me home, where I would ask them to go to the nearest town for a while. I just needed a little time to myself. They’d drive off, I’d let myself in and start laughing. I danced! I rejoiced that he was gone. Then I’d wake up and there he was breathing next to me. Disappointed isn’t a strong enough word to describe how upset I was that it was a dream. Then I felt sick, horrified at myself. I honestly thought it was only a matter of time before I started planning to murder him. Knowing you hate someone enough to wish them dead was terrifying to me. So, I made the sensible decision and divorced him.
Almost half a century ago, I dreamed that I was a lamia, a legendary monster that can change form almost endlessly. Think of the salt monster in original Star Trek (dating myself here). Except I didn't turn into things or people per se, but whatever I touched turned into a particular shade of light green, until everything and everyone was this shade of green.
To this day, I have a very visceral reaction to that particular shade of green. Can't stand it, won't ever use it in my art, never wear that shade. All over a dream 50+ years ago. The brain is weird.
I was a kid when I had this, don't remember exact age.
I, and an old friend, were at my aunt's house for a gather of some kind. We snuck out of the house through this one window, turned into the mice from Disney's Cinderella and snuck out to the barn to get the cheese in the mouse trap. The barn cat came out and chases us. We turned back into humans by sitting down. My friend sat and was reading a book while the cat continued to come after me after changing back to human. I grabbed the cat and gave her a good slap. She darted off and left me along then.
Don't get why it scared me so much, but it did. And it has been the one dream that has.
Walking down a stairwell in a Victorian mansion. I was being followed by something unseen, and there were very deep, demonic sounds behind me. Got outside and the massive lawn was full of people dancing, but they had no faces. A huge black cumulus cloud rose up on the horizon, and it grew to become the figure of a horned demon with glowing red eyes. It reached towards me as the growling voices got really loud... and then I woke up sweating. I realised the voices were probably a throwback to the black metal music I listened to at the time.
Had a recurring dream that terrified me where a kakapo would climb up my bed and eat my eyes, it really freaked me out, I’d wake up screaming, went on for a year or so, never had it again. Still find them quite scary, it’s the way they walk I think 🦜🫨
While totally n**e, I was singing in front of a large audience, in a large , old auditorium. What's interesting about it is that no one in the audience seemed to notice that I was n**e, it was like a was a normal performer, fully clothed. It was still a scary dream , though.
I dreamt I lived in America .
Expat American here. It's really very nice if you have money. And poverty's never fun. But compared to other countries in its weight class, it's not a great place to be poor.
Does anyone here have architecture dreams? Not scary but what, really? Could this happen? Maybe another thread.
I sometimes dream about whatever house I am in, in my dream, is falling apart. Alot of times it has sewage seeping into the floor in the bathroom. Holes in the walls. Unstable floors. I have these dreams alot.
Don't remember much of the dream, but I do remember the fright I felt waking up after it. Some huge Godzilla/Robocop crossover was stomping around the city breathing fire on everything and anything around it. I woke up screaming. Not a terrifying dream per se but I was 4 at the time...
I have a couple from childhood that I remember.
1. Bloodbottler from The BFG was in my back garden trying to get into the house. I must have been about 7 at the time but watching him grab random animals and furniture and crunch them up whole was terrifying. Also the fact that he was rapidly smashing a hole in the wall right opposite where I was hiding under the bunkbeds in my room. I'm nearly 40 and the thought of it still gives me chills.
2. Very vivid dream about being possessed and hurting all my family and friends as well as strangers in the most extreme ways (think Cenobites). Only ever had it once a couple of years ago thankfully.
3. Both my Grandmothers were dead by the time I was 5. My Grandfathers were alive much longer - one died when I was 21 and the other when I was 26. I have a still recurring dream that I'm at the house I grew up in (long since sold by my parents) and we're all sat around waiting for my maternal Grandmother to turn up, we wait ages and I'm the only one excited. Just for her to turn up and she's white as a sheet, no facial expressions at all, quiet, raspy voice and cold as ice. This one has me waking up in tears and in a cold sweat even now.
Probably not the "scariest", but startling and memorable all the same. Many years ago now when I was still green working at a movie theater, I had gone through my first massive opening movie night and it was beyond busy for the entire night. Went home and went to bed. I had a dream of that night at work however, I dreamed that by the time we had finished cleaning the concessions stand after we closed it was time to start setting up for opening! Needless to say, I shook my self awake quickly, Startling my wife who found the situation hilarious.
Sorry. Well into my 60s and I've never had a bad dream.
I've discussed the dream "option" with some friends and some of them say they don't have them. Others have very vivid ones, which I do not every night. The theory is that dreams are sorting your mental filing cabinet. I studied crime for 30 years, so apparently it is catching up on the backlog.
My daughter said she doesn't dream, or if she does she never remembers them.
Load More Replies...I've discussed the dream "option" with some friends and some of them say they don't have them. Others have very vivid ones, which I do not every night. The theory is that dreams are sorting your mental filing cabinet. I studied crime for 30 years, so apparently it is catching up on the backlog.
My daughter said she doesn't dream, or if she does she never remembers them.
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