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So I woke up from the same ongoing nightmare three times in the last three hours. I spent 30 minutes scared of getting out of bed and jumping at shadows and my reflection in the mirror because I could not be sure if I was still dreaming. I just decided this condition is called "Nightmare overload".

It began with a monster cat that changed back and forth into a baby that made sarcastic jokes in a creepy voice. I had some people to help fighting it; it gnawed on my hand quite a lot and I laughed at how little it hurt. I woke up with intense pain and tingling in my hand that I was crushing between my legs. Lolled and rolled over and went back to sleep.

Then there was some sort of facility where various and somehow creepy wounded animals were kept in cages. Some lions had escaped and apparently given the other animals a good kicking. I made a hungry giraffe come out of its cage where it promptly went for my throat. I put an arm under its jaw to keep it from biting me, but it pinned me to the ground and bled on me so hard from its severed throat that I couldn't breathe. I clearly recall the distinct taste and warmth of giraffe blood, and the incredible pressure caused by the animal's powerful heart that manages to get the blood all the way up to the head. You can't make this shit up.

Then, after some series of events involving some kind of family drama in an apartment I lived in several years ago and riding in a car in the middle of the night in a tropical rainstorm, I ended up in a wholly different car stopped in a desert suburb, surrounded by angry women yelling at the woman behind the wheel. I think they felt she was a bad neighbor. They threw a body at the car in order to break the windows and let the escaped lions prowling the neighborhood, in.

To make matters worse I was in the back seat alone with a baby, which I was sure was another monster baby. I poked and prodded it until it turned on the demon eyes and stared at me and said something mean about women who drive and have lions with hardons of hate stalking them. I was really fucking scared cause I didn't know if the baby was going to play with me, only revealing its monster nature to me and make everyone think I was crazy and all that, or if I was actually hearing voices and was going to strangle an innocent baby, understandable as though it may be considering the earlier monster baby incident. And then I woke up.

Feels much better now that I've shared. ^_^

So what's up in your dream worlds?

That's quite horrible, actually. Particularly the part with the giraffe.

I'm not quite sure what's happening in my dream worlds, but this morning I woke up gasping for air, full of adrenaline. I'm not sure what the lead-up was (in involved Dragonball somewhere), but I was trapped underwater because I had tried to dive through a mob of swimmers in a pool and was now stuck in a forest of legs. I tugged and wrenched and tried to get their attention. The futility of it all was worst. I felt my strength failing and heaved one last time, gasping for air, which is when I woke up. My first thought after I had woken was "I should have bitten them."

I can't really remember any nightmares I've had lately, but my dreams usually make negative sense ( I've posted them here in an earlier thread about dreams ) but, hey, the other day I had sleep paralysis. I "woke up" and couldn't move anything but my eyes and then saw some...Shadowy black cape thing swirling on a wall and then tried to scream but, again, I could only move my eyes. Then I blinked and it disappeared and I just got up normally and went drink a cup of water. Mom believes I'm seeing spirits.

It's pretty common to have hallucinations under conditions of terror and diminished consciousness, that is, when you wake up from nightmares. You know you're supposed to be scared of something, so your imagination supplies something to be scared of. Much more common than sleep paralysis I believe.

Meanwhile, I dream of drowning every now and then, but it's not scary. I just breathe water. Try that next time. :)

That's the deal. I don't remember any nightmares I've had in the past year, but that? That happened around what, November? So I don't remember, but I guess I had a nightmare that night.

I've had some sick nightmares. Like Ladd Russo shit.

Shiiiit.

The freakiest nightmare I've had recently, I imagined that someone crashed a truck through my bedroom wall. I got so freaked out, I actually woke up, jumped out of the bed, and ran right into my open door.

My dream world is like an unparalleled hallucination and escapist fantasy made up of the most powerful narcotics known to science. And I'm in complete control over it.

Ya know, if you'd ask the dreamworld question three or four years ago, I could provide endless stories of fighting all sorts of monstrosities in most unusual places(first coming to mind was against zombies while running on power cables near a train station).

Right now I either sleep too little to actually dream something memorable, or dream of whatever was the last thing I watched on TV/internet.

In a way, I actually prefer some nightmares over other dreams just because I remember nightmares.

While I hardly remember any nightmares recently, one odd dream stuck out while I was in bed with a fever a few months back. I was in some WWI trench, and kept getting fired at as I tried to make my way out and get somewhere that I presumabley wouldn't die at. I was only pseudo-asleep during it though, and was vaguely aware of its status as a dream. I would wake up at random intervals just to doze off again back to the exact place I was previously.

I had one last night that I kept waking up from, but it bounced around a bit. The part that I had closest to morning involved me being sent off to magic school against my will, but I was already ridiculously skilled from having taught myself and got bored, so when the teacher told everyone to practice their magic at random, I gave him a small lightning bolt, which prompted everyone to freak the fuck out, because it was a White Mage section and a healer having attack abilities was a big no-no. So I basically told them off and that I'd already taught myself up to Full-Life and that I really didn't need to be there, which just pissed the teacher off more because it made him look bad (a bit of psychic poking around in his brain revealed that he'd earned his degree through a mail correspondence course). So he's advancing on me and I casually walk over to the door while he's spewing threats, which actually got pretty scary for me, because I had empathy (emotion-feeling), too, and he was scary pissed. I ended up telling him to just give me my diploma, which pushed him over the edge and I had to literally slam the door in his face to buy myself time to get outside, but by then, he'd alerted the rest of the staff, so I ended up using as much protective magic on myself as I could spare before unloading a ton of high-level Black Magic on probably 20 or so people with a hell of a lot more experience than me as they tried to do the same. I got it down to the last two before I ran off and woke up. When I got back to sleep again, things apparently hadn't gone so well, because I was in court. I ended up taking the stand and telling everyone that it really had all been in self-defense, and when the judge asked how I knew, I had to break down and tell the court that I was an empath and could sense intent. So the judge asked what he intended to do with me and I honestly told him that he fully intended to lock me up, which drew a collective gasp from the entire court room, jury included. He kinda sat stunned there and then quietly told the school to just give me both diplomas. That sounds like a happy enough ending, but it was all in the papers, so everyone was scared shitless of me and my life was pretty much ruined.



Sometimes, being an uber-powerful badass is just more trouble than it's worth.



Edit: I suppose it's worth mentioning that the last thing I remember previous to all this is that I'd spent my life hiding my abilities because I was afraid something like this would happen. If I hadn't slipped up and helped a guy I knew and gotten ratted out, I could have just gone on and no one would have been the wiser.

Older Nightmare:

- A small, blue girl. Think Grudge. Following me around, stalking me through my own house. Never any physical altercation, just the steady fear. Sometimes there's a no-voice that says things to me- thoughts within my head within the dream that claim to be the girl. Telling me it's hopeless, preying on fears of the waking. I know it is a dream, and she tells me I will never awaken. She finds what fears I have and exploits them, laughing, telling me that while I slumber, I belong to her. Fish, Insects, all sorts of monstrosities.

I had this nightmare for over a year; it ventures back in 'replay' mode, where I re-enact all my old actions instead of having control, like watching a scary movie I played in. I fought my way out of it using the dream-reality- I'd find power, tricks to hide from her. She was always better. One night, I managed to slip inside a mirror and lure her there, then crawl out and break the mirror, trapping her in the shards. The nightmares stopped after that.

But starting a few weeks later, I found I wasn't able to look at mirrors without shivering, and I ended up breaking the mirror in my room. Since then I've removed mirrors from my life as much as possible. It did also lead to a new nightmare, as follows:

- I find myself standing a room, made of mirrors. the floor has a thin layer of perfectly reflective water. I see shattered images of myself, broken, misshapen, all around. Some pound on the glass, demanding my attention, screaming things at me. Others shout words of encouragement and try and pull others away from the glass. But always, directly below me, feet to feet, is the fucking little blue girl, glaring at me. And behind her is a crying image of me, trapped with her.

Every night, I can focus on a voice and hear something that relates to... SOMETHING in my life. It's always vague. It's always imagined. It's always scary as fuck. I woke up in a cold sweat many nights from this.

One night I closed my eyes in the dream, and took control of the crying image on the other side. I killed the little blue girl. She didn't see me coming. I woke up after that, and haven't had that dream since.


Latest Nightmare:

- Zombies. Whenever I'm in a place that I haven't worked out a Zombie Survival Plan, I have nightmares. Visiting my mother, who recently had a lot of work done on the house, ruined my previous Zombie survival plan and I didn't have time to rebuild it. Now that I'm home it's less a worry, since my home plan is well thought out and established under the three main types of 'zombie' motif: Virus affecting living, Virus affecting Dead, Transmit by Bite.


But to say that my dreams are out to get me isn't too far off.

Jurassic Park raptors.

Fuck those things.

Also Stargate.

Oh, and going to school with no clothes on. Then sneaking around the locker room trying to scrounge up an outfit. And walking from class to class as people around only take minor interest in my nudeness.

You guys could benefit from lucid dreaming. Apparently there are some methods with fair sucess rates. Lots of mild meditation before bed - mostly just focusing on the idea of controling dreams or focusing on things you can do in order to preform 'reality' checks while dreaming, stuff like that.

I've only read the wiki so to be honest no idea how much validity there is to it, but some studies claim something like 40%-60% sucess rates.

I generally don't remember my dreams. What I do remember is that every time I go to sleep with a fever I have the same dream nightmare. I can never remember what it is, but about half the time I wake up screaming.

Fuck dreams.

I don't know, the last dream I can remember involved me stabbing two guys to death with plastic forks. Granted, it was okay because they were serial killers or something that were playing some sick game of hide-and-go-murder with myself and some other random college age kids in a really messed up hotel building. All I remember is getting soaked from some source of water and ending up in a room that amounted to a wire-cage sauna to dry off, except the wooden walls outside the chicken wire had all kinds of odd notes written in blood by what I can only assume were people who didn't survive the "game." After I dried off and got out of there, I met up with some people what gave me the two plastic forks and I went on a stabbing rampage.

Then I woke up feeling exhausted. It's not as bad as the time I woke up with a scar though.

Some studies actually say lucid dreaming is bad for you, though. Although I've heard everything from it not letting you get restful enough sleep to it not giving you the mental benefits of letting your mind run wild somehow, so I'm not sure how much conclusive evidence there is.

Aside from that, my brain is darn tricky in ways that prevent me from lucid dreaming. The most I've ever been able to do is make minor changes to how the scene plays out without ever actually having any direct control over it. Like, for example, instead of blasting something with fire, freezing it in ice, but not actually having the cognitive options to actually act. More like messing with the random number generator. And that only has ever worked if I've woken up and gone back to sleep, and then there's very little leeway until I'm too far out of alpha and I often wake myself up again. It's basically a toy for when I wake up in the morning, but I can't do jack at night because my brain has built-in fail-safes that flip me the bird any time I might actually be able to.

My last dream was about finding all of the missing buttons for my coat, and then not being able to sow them back on.

Woke up in the middle of the night, gave myself a nice "wtf?", and went back to sleep.

I was into lucid dreams for a while. But I don't have enough interest in sleeping to keep it up. It's fun on the occasions when it does happen, I always test if I'm dreaming by trying to fly and then spend the rest of the dream flying.

I haven't dreamed in years. Or at least, I can't remember anything I've dreamt about for a looong time. I tend to spend ages before falling asleep thinking about anything and everything before I lose consciousness, s maybe that helps not dream. I did have the unnusual sensation the other night of waking up "slowly". I felt myself coming back into consciousness and for a moment didn't know what had happened, then I moved and remembered I was in bed.

It was quite odd.

for some strange reason my dreams keep crossing over to that superpower-virus thing.
Maybe its fate telling me something...
Speaking of fate The last dream i had was over the subject of fate. I was sitting or floating between two...entities. they where both human shaped but one was...too perfect. I mean He (and sometimes she) would be perfectly proportional in every way. and wore very formal suites that was the gray exactly in the middle of white and black. he also wore glasses and spoke intelligently but in a slight monotone
the other was...everything. he/she would shift from one look to the other when you had your eye off of him usually keeping one thing from one form to the other but droping it in his next change (example he would keep a Colombo esk raincoat in one change and then keep the eyes the next) He spoke in riddles, slang, and (sometimes) in songs. never keeping the same accent (which was never what you would expect in his form) from change to change.
they where debating over fate and freewill. trying to convence me to join one side or the other. before i could make a choice i was woken up...which the shifting one CALLED!

I generally don't have nightmares, but there is one that I remember very vividly, mainly because of how badly it terrified me. Only had it once, but it's always something I can get every detail out of. I'd just brushed my teeth, so I had a good look at myself close-up before I went to bed, I guess.

It begins with me waking up, or rather, I think I'm waking up. It's still pitch dark, midnight and I'm groggy like I've just woken up, which I have, and yet I can feel everything normally, so I honestly believe I am awake. I recall that I was awakened by a low noise and light coming from my computer, like it had been left on, so I slowly sit up and turn my head over to look at my LCD monitor.

Which is displaying a very red screensaver with flames, and no text, and no pixelation or anything that would suggest that the computer was actually rendering the flames, which looked quite real, and were sufficiently scary in and of themselves to send a shiver down my spine. Certainly, I didn't have Satan's "hell" screensaver pack, after all. Naturally, I try to get out of bed, slowly, and turn it off.

It might be important to mention I have a rather high-backed leather office chair that has its back facing my bed. It swivels around to my suprise, and there's someone in the chair. Pallid white skin, eyeless sockets pouring blood, and oh lord. It's me. I'm staring at myself, only the me in my office chair is bleeding from the eyesockets. I scream in horror, and she grins at me, which makes me only scream louder, seeing as 'it' isn't dead, and is much closer to my personal defense weapons than I am.

Mercifully, the dream ends there before anything else happens. *shiver*

God, and I thought MY nightmares got bad. I think I'm going to be sleeping with the lights on tonight. :sweatdrop


Edit: At the very least, I think it would be a good idea to move at least one of your weapons to your bedside.

It's better than vista.

That will be all.

Sorry.

I don't really count anything that is cool upon reflection as a nightmare, even if it was terrifying while I dreamed it. I don't have what I'd call real nightmares very often, but when I do, they are deeply disturbing.

As for lucid dreams; I'm not really into them. For me, dreams are about exploring myself in a way that I can't do while I'm awake, and lucid dreaming kind of wrecks that. It's fun to experiment with here and again, especially trying to push the barrier between asleep and awake, but I'm not really into it.

I seem to be pathologically incapable of not thinking. If I'm working out a problem like with homework when I sleep, or a Dwarf Fortress plan, I won't remember what I dreamed but I'll wake up with either an answer or some insight. When I don't have a problem is when things get strange. Like I don't specifically believe in being able to see the future but I seem to be unnervingly good at predicting the outcome of events seconds to minutes into the future. Once I've watched a TV show for awhile I tend to randomly predict the next line. Its not perfect all the time but it's somewhat uncanny. Logically I know my subconscious is simply reading the situation and feeding me what it thinks I need to know. This is where the strange dreams come in. You see when I have nothing else to work on and remember my dreams they are from time to time stunningly realistic. These realistic dreams always seem to eventually come close enough to being true to induce very strong deja vu later on while awake. I'm forced to conclude that my mind left to it's own devices is running real time simulations of possible future events. I can only conclude that my subconscious is planning a rebellion and is using my dreams as a staging area.

I've posted my "greatest hits" nightmares in other threads on this site, so there's no need to revisit those.

I have had at least two other nightmares since the last dream thread, though. I can't really remember the most recent one...I just remember that when I woke up, I couldn't decide if I just wanted to pull the blanket up over my head and hide or turn on the light and go back to sleep that way.

The other dream I recall is one I really don't want to recall, and I am happy to report that I have done a good job of scrubbing the vivid details from my memory. Due to the fact that I don't want to remember those details, let's just say it involved this trope.

I'm sure I'm going to regret reading this thread right before I go to bed...

Some odd years back the dreams were often based around being killed. Either by myself or in lieu of someone else, usually on the run or sacrificing so they could get away. Deaths ranged the gamut..sometimes I'd often wonder how I managed to wake up at all.

Then things shifted to more architectural sort. The dream that caused this big shift was an extraordinarly tall office building going down into the earth via a large shaft. Ambient red and orange light with smoke and such coming out from it. Children of all ages were chained together and walked without any outward emotion into the building by way of a long rock slab makeshift bridge.

Nowadays the dreams mostly consist of wandering around empty cities or caves or cities in caves as the only person to exist. Sometimes echoes of people in the form of vague smokey images. Those are the ones I remember the most. The locations all seem to blend together fairly well. Generally a lot of rusty girders and glass(either solid or shattered).

The isolation is peaceful..'cept on the odd times when I feel compelled to hide from an unseen threat.

In particular the wording "you guys could benefit from".
 

I lol'd.

"Hey I read this wiki page and now am qualified to recommend this thing to you."

Especially since I had the best dream ever last night. :D

Most of my dreams have to do with what element I am obsessed with at the time. When I played a lot of Oblivion, I was in Tamriel. When I read Berserk, I fought along side Guts in my dreams (hell no I am not fighting Guts). Since I am playing a lot of STO, I am a former Federation pirate. I bet this is what Timothy Zahn did.

Edit: I take this back. I just had the worst fucking dream ever. Childhood pets and necromancy almost killed me in my sleep. I'm still a little shaken up by it.