49:40 In case you’re wondering, the dream actually was just an ad campain that was just big bold letters that just read “WE HAVE IT” written in a cryptic font in black text on a solid white background with nothing else, not even an indication that it was a McDonald’s ad, but the dreamer knew it was for McDonald’s, and so eventually the dreamer went to a Mcdonald’s drive-thru and asked “I saw the sign. Can I have it?” and there was just silence for ten seconds before their own voice can through the speaker, clear as can be, asking “Do you think you’re ready?” and they drove away.
I woke up from a dream in early August of 2021 that started with a dark version of The Simpsons title sequence that sang the line "Summer's endiiiiiiiing" and then concluded with Plankton morphing into a sand worm from Dune and booming "I'M GOING TO COMMIT 9/11!"
I have this weird dream that keeps showing up about this lullaby called "johns home" and the lyrics were like "John's home, What will he bring? What will he cook? John's home Bringing his bag Full of all things John's home He's bringing his friend He's taking his time" I have no clue what the fuck it means it just sounds like a serial killer ass thing
I was raised evangelical Christian, so at the age of 5 or so I had repeated nightmares of the rapture. I was in my house and out the window I could see the sky was blood red, meteors were coming down and the forest around my home was burning. Originally, it ended with me and my family being beamed up to heaven while my only friend was left behind to die, but as I fell out of faith, it changed to my whole family and only friend being beamed up, leaving me behind. I would desperately try to hold onto them but they left as my home burned and collapsed around me. It ended when the floor crumbled from under me as I fell into the void I knew would lead to hell.
That sounds so much like the weird semi nightmare semi hallucination my grandmother had. She was a nun for about a year before deciding she couldn’t deal with the terrible meager food and constant sleep deprivation, so her whole system was pretty messed up by the time she finally went home and passed out in bed. When she woke up, the sun was setting and she looked out the window and saw Christ on a cloud, with all of her friends and family. She just watched while they floated away into the sun and the sky turned red. Then she passed out again for 16 hours. Weirdest way to learn your grandma used to be a nun. Anyways she’s a Wiccan now.
I've been a Christian for most of my life and man am I lucky that all the "The Rapture is happening next Tuesday!!!" voices in my life were mostly through the internet. I still had the occasional rapture dream as a kid but they mostly came with a vibe like "oh okay, I guess we're in the world's end credits sequence right now. I was looking forward to high school, but I guess this is where things are going now."
@@RiseOfTheKumquat67 "The world's credits sequence" is pretty on point for the vibes of my childhood rapture dreams. In contrast to OP's, mine just stopped when I lost faith.
I had a nightmare that was framed like an episode of the Simpsons. It was a pretty normal feeling episode where homer was changing his ways and becoming a better person. Everyone seemed to like the new Homer, until near the end of the episode. People started asking when he would go back to "normal". Homer didnt want to go back though, and the others started getting nervous. Eventually, a mob of the townsfolk chased homer down and held him by his arms and legs while chanting: "status quo! status quo!" I heard Homer screaming and the chanting continue as the credits played.
That's actually incredible. No one can improve, because as a sitcom, it RELIES on the status quo, and when a single character tries to make their life better, the universe itself bends over backwards, breaking all logic and character dynamics just to get things back to normal for the next episode. That'd make a great treehouse of horror episode. Or an actual episode if they weren't cowards.
Dang, you predicted the season premiere of the most recent season as of me writing this comment (Bart's Birthday). Now I can say (in the same cadence as that one South Park bit): "Darknut1223 already did it!"
I know the exact Tumblr post you're talking about. They didn't even give it a name though, much less a bizarre one like "blurmpo supreme". They literally just said "we have *It*". The entire dream referred to it as "It".
I had a nightmare at 5 where my mother and grandmother threw me down a sewer opening and laughed as I was violently killed by an alligator. I think that besides the horrible abuse, that dream is the reason I don't speak to them
I had a nightmare as a kid where I was taken by clowns and forced to become a clown against my will. The best way to describe how they looked is think of the Killer Klowns from Outer Space movie which I watched once as a kid and it stuck with me until adulthood. Also I really wanna draw some of these nightmares
I once had a dream that Jack Black died during the production of the Mario Movie and Bowser got recast as Anne Hathaway. This story was told in the format of my bodiless consciousness phasing through a series of giant pizza boxes.
I had a dream about surviving on an island with coconut crabs trying to eat me, but it was a comical amount of crabs that kept coming no matter how many I killed.
I can lucid dream sometimes and I can generally pivot out of dreams but I've had nightmares where I've tried to pivot out of it like what Allison was describing and it kept going on repeat, all paths leading back to the nightmare. I don't remember what those nightmares were tho, just that it was a terrifying experience.
Sense we're sharing dreams. I once had a dream of me and two other men going on a Stalker (the Tarkovsky film) esque journey trying to find the wishing room. When we reached it we were in pitch black darkness and a spotlight came on revealing a beanie baby. Through a booming voice the beanie baby began revealing and condemning one of my companions for being a horrible person only for more spotlights to turn on revealing more beanie babies that all shouted at him as I started in confusion.
Oh no! Not the exposure of the secret guilt from the stuffed animals! That definitely could be scary if presented in the right way for sure! Or while dreaming that works too!
I had a sort of micro-nightmare about a month ago. The entirity of the dream was my boss walked up to me and said "Anon your work lately has been-" and I wake up literally saying exasperated "MY WORK HAS BEEN WHAT??" before I realized it was just a dream.
Honestly, I have more weird non-nightmare dreams than weird nightmares, but one of my most reoccurring series of nightmares as a kid involved pitch black zombie cows with empty white, crusty eyes that moved extremely slowly and in waves as they invaded the elementary school I went to as a kid, the playground of said elementary school, and my childhood home (for reference, I essentially lived in the middle of nowhere as a kid with a bunch of fields dedicated to cow farming were next to both my elementary school and childhood home). Me, my friends, and family always stood and watched as the cows slowly approached, and even though we were probably fast enough to outrun the cows every time, we never did. Instead, we just stood still and accepted the inevitability of the end.
I once dreamt I booted up a DVD for a bad animated movie and in the extras section there was a short film in black and white. It had very stylised, bean like character designs and was stop motion animated. It was about a child who was being bullied at school for not having a fluffy enough hat due to poverty(?). One day the child managed to get a fluffy hat but had a hard time fitting through the slide on the playground and the teacher started speaking to the child while walking to the right side of the screen. When she reached the screen's edge a blue firefighter appeared on the left side and continued her monologue with the exact same voice and face animation as if it never got interrupted. Once he went off the screen the child's father continued the monologue but he stopped and I knew he was talking directly to me. I suddenly remembered that I had seen this film before and something terrifying happens at the end of the father's monologue but I couldn't turn off the video and lost the ability to close my eyes. He seemed to be delighting in my panic. I remember being absolutely filled with dread waiting for the inevitable before waking up.
I have two: -I once had a club penguin nightmare were I ran away from a clown penguin who would do the dance everytime it got closer. - a nightmare where a robotic SpongeBob on a unicycle would slap my hands everytime I would reached for the plate of kraft singles. Not traditional kind of nightmares but it was these two or the flesh room one :/
I had a nightmare while asleep during online distance learning in 2020. Around that time I'd gotten good at falling asleep and then waking up right before I needed to leave the class. So the dream began with me waking up and needing to use the bathroom after class ended, but when I opened the door I felt something was off despite everything looking accurate to my house. I heard, at some point that you could tell if you're in a dream by looking in the mirror, so that's what I did. What stared back at me kinda looked like me except: I was skinnier, my hair was slightly levitating, and my face was blacked out except for my right eye which was way too big. My reflection then told me, "you're life isn't real. gouge out your eyes." and I woke up with the most existential dread I'd ever felt in my life :D
I've heard that it's a bad idea to look in mirrors when you're dreaming or on psychedelics because it will be very scary. I recommend pinching yourself (for me it feels like I've been numbed with novacaine or had a nerve pinch or a limb fall asleep, you still feel it, but less than it would be irl.) Looking at a clock, looking away, then looking back(time usually doesn't flow right, the time it shows won't make sense, the later may be earlier etc.) or trying to read text( you may dream that you are reading something, but if you concentrate on it, it won't look like text, you will just know what it says, or it might look like when Image generating AI's try to make text.) hope the reflection thing doesn't bother you any more!
I had a freaky dream the other day - I was walking upstairs, turned around, and the stairs were gone and looked all glowy. I was freaking out, and then some guy said “go down, it’s all a matter of perspective” and I walked down the slab of wood which became stairs and they shifted into a staircase going into a different room than the one I walked up from. It was a lot scarier in the dream for some reason, I woke up in a sweat.
I once had a dream movie! The movie was called “The Happiest Man In Mississippi” and it starred Frank Sinatra as “Frank”, the eponymous Man and Marilyn Monroe as “Sous Vide”, a wwii era radio operator. The movie starts with Frank swinging through the Mississippi skyline Tarzan-style on a noose, below him was a gigantic festival that filled the entire street. (I’m pretty sure this movie was a sequel to something as I intrinsically knew Frank was supposed to help people) Now, Frank looks at this festival, realizes how happy everyone is, and proclaims “I’M HOME!!” And decides to join the merrymaking. Frank eventually wanders into a radio studio or smth and meets Mrs. Sous Vide. They start to flirt and I think Sous described Frank as having a “Green-bean mustache.” Needless to say, they hit it off and they decide to meet eachother in Sous’ apartment later. Frank enters the “Heaven Apartments” to meet Mrs. Vide, but when ever she opens the door and the camera switches to her perspective, the walls all turn black, and the “Heaven” sign in the Apartments turns into “Hell” And it isn’t Frank who’s standing outside the door, it’s her dead parents. The rest of the dream is Frank trying to comfort Sous, speaking through the ghostly face of her late father.
I dream often, but I occasionally got graphic and guttural nightmares. TW: Extreme animal abuse My most recent nightmare, about two weeks ago, was about me saying hi to cats in windows. I felt something brush up against my leg, and I see this unicorn stuffed animal in the shape of the cat and I hear muffled meowing. It sounded like it was choking. I picked the "cat" up and brought it into my home. They were very weak with how they were acting and very much preferred to be on my lap. I brought my sister over to talk about it, and I see this bleeding slash hole on the side. I look in, and I can suddenly see the entirety of the cat for some reason? Well, the cat had been skinned alive and the unicorn stuffed animal was used as a replacement for that skin. I soon learned, by one of the cats exiting a house (There's more stuffed in stuffed animals) that our next door neighbor was the one who was skinning cats. I remember vividly that people kept peeking into the windows of my house over and over for the rest of the day. In the dream, I was so scared that I was hiding my cat from my neighbor. I didn't let my cat go to the windows or doors. At night, there was a slow knock on my door. I grabbed a pocket knife. Low and behold: the neighbor. They then threatened my cat if I told anybody. I woke up and cried for two hours and understandably so as someone whos empathy is completely reserved for animals, especially cats, and not people.
I'll never forget the nightmare of a demon dog that would attack me in my dreams until one night I had the dream again and I attacked it. I never had the nightmare again after biting it's ear.
I’ve had repeated dreams of wandering a silent house during a chill wet night of drizzling rain. It’s a bougie, minimalist sort of house, walls grey, windows wide. I see glimpses in my periphery: the ceiling, the furniture - there are patches, patches of skin. Pale patches of mottled skin with sparse black hairs. Somehow I know this is “The Rat.” I am overcome with oppressive dread. I hide inside a wardrobe and sob. It’s inevitable. It’s toying with me. I feel a heaviness in the room outside my hiding place. It’s here, of course, it’s just waiting for me to come out. I’m scared to leave the wardrobe, but I can’t bear to stay inside. The skin is in here too, like the hide of some animal sewn into the wood. I decide to reveal myself. It has so many hands.
My weirdest covid nightmare was when I had a dream about two T rexes fighting to see who would be the Queen of the dinosaurs, and they were having this super gory fight, blood and guts everywhere, and the winner ended up tearing out the other one's heart and eating it. I was watching all of this happen while shopping for swimsuits at Target
I had a dream that Cell from DBZ was going around door to door absorbing my neighbors. When he came to my door to absorb my mom, I punched him, and his chest turned into chewed celery before he died.
I had a recurring nightmare where I was lying in the yard at night beside a jeep. Then, a narrator would calmly say "Wild animals chasing a boy," then I'd quickly get chased around the jeep (in a 3rd person view) by a line of various animals until I woke up. I was around 6 at the time
15 years ago, I remember I became aware with pliers in hand and a bomb in front of me. The timer was ticking down and I couldn't find the how to turn it off. As the timer started blaring with only a minute left, I ran to a hill because you can move faster down them. But no mater how hard I ran the timer only got loader. I turned around to se that the Bomb had morphed into a siren head esque monster that was running after me like an Olympic sprinter. I ran harder for a bit, until a realization hit me like a truck. That wasn't the sound of a timer. THAT WAS MY ALARM! I bolted out bed so fast, I tripped and fell on my face. I was late to deliver papers.
Sorry for the very long comment, I just have to talk about this. I've been consistently having 2 recurring dreams for some time now (4-5 years, I think). The two of them happen roughly 50% of the time, alternating back and forth, with the rest of my dreams being random collections of sounds, colors, and emotions. Now, to talk about these dreams. Firstly, and the more tolerable one, is what I can only describe as an early twentieth-century movie. It is completely black and white, with the only other color being a very rare red. In the dream, I walk through a city resembling very old depictions of New York, in the middle of winter. Everyone else in the streets is wearing extremely formal clothes (suits for men, dresses for women) and, worst of all, I can't see their faces. It's just a white light where their faces might be. The dream always follows the same pattern. I walk for a while, sit on a bench in a park, see some advertisements on billboards, and then pass through a bright, shining window. The dream always ends shortly after I look through the window, but I can never remember what I see inside. The very rare red color that I mentioned before usually shows up here, in a flash of crimson coming from the window before I wake up. The second dream I find to be, in my opinion, much worse than the first. In it, I wake up in my bed, with a bright light shining from outside. Before I can get out of bed, however, the booming voice of an elderly man says something to me, usually a variation of 'The time has come' or 'Judgement has been made', before I hear deafening trumpets followed by the sound of a massive explosion. Then, my window breaks, and waves of fire come in from outside, burning me alive. I then wake up, usually feeling really hot and sweaty. Burning alive does not feel very nice, even if only by recreation in a dream, so you may understand why this is my least favorite of the two. That's pretty much it. I've tried to understand where these dreams are coming from, but they are so consistent and have happened for so long that I'm a bit stumped. I'm pretty certain that the second dream has something to do with religion since it sounds a lot like stuff I've read about in the book of revelations, but I'm not really afraid of the end times, so I still don't understand. But besides that, I just wanted to share this experience, since I think having dreams so consistent for so long should be pretty rare. Also, Hum Num Num! I'm gonna get you!
Once or twice a year, I have a recurring dream where I'm in an amusement park, all alone, during the day. There are no employees, no other people at all, and yet the park itself is open and the rides are operational. There's no sounds of animals or people or even ambient park music, just dead silence. Every dream puts me in a different area of the park that seems to go on forever. One time it was a forest-themed area with impossibly tall redwood trees and wooden rollercoasters. Another time it was a more sleek and modern water park area with a lot of white concrete and brushed chrome. In the most recent iteration, I was in a neon-colored 80s-style arcade. I'm not entirely lucid in these dreams, at least not lucid enough to alter the dream in a meaningful way, but I am aware that I've had this dream before, even if the new environment looks completely different from previous iterations. Despite there being no people around, I will move and behave as if there are. I wait in lines as if there are people ahead of me, and I pay for food when I buy it despite there being no employees to take the money from me. And throughout the whole experience, every time, I feel like I'm being watched. Not like something is hunting me, but this unnerving feeling that if I do something wrong, and break the rules of this place, there will be consequences.
This my go-to scary dream to talk about cuz i remember it SO VIVIDLY. It happened when i was around 9 (a troubled age cuz my parents had divorced). I remember waking up in an unfurnished room with no doors, no lights and one single window. I peered outside the window only to see a blindingly white room. In the room was as creature sitting at a black table. The creature had no eyes or nose but somehow knew i was there and smiled at me. They then revealed a plastic bag full of tiny people, among those people were my parents. He picked random one out of the bag and ate it. Seeing this, all the people started screaming and trying to escape. The struggle caused my parent's faces to get torn off and pushed against the side of the bag. The creature continued to feast until they turned to me and said " Thank you". And I woke up crying cuz holy shit??? Edit: sorry for spelling errors lmao
Sorry for the IP-creep factor on this one: I recently had a dream that I was at Frontierland slamming a live raccoon against one of the guard rails to provoke "that coward" Rocket Raccoon into facing me. Unfortunately, it worked. A fog machine activated over by Splash Mountain, Hammerhead by The Offspring started playing, and a shitty mascot costume version of Rocket (think that Kung Fu Panda "cameo" in Disaster Movie) walked out of the smoke with a 12 gauge shotgun. I was completely unarmed and in the wrong, but I remember shouting "YES. YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" as the music swelled and I woke up.
I had a dream where i woke up and anyone who tried to talk to me looked like Peter Griffin. They had their normal body and hair but Peter's face. Then I looked into the mirror and I had Peter's face. I woke up like terrified
Today I had a nightmare that Endeavor from mha wanted his children to know that he'd love them no matter how they look so he surgically transformed himself into just a head with two feet and his nose fell off and it was legit body horror
Wow what a redemption arc. My G selectively bred his children like dogs and abused them their whole lives then, as an apology, gets surgically turned into Kirby.
Two of my most terrifying childhood nightmares were centered around my parents. In one my Dad (who was a zombie) was operating on himself in an otherwise empty abandoned hospital while I begged him to stop, the other started with my Mom waking me up but being wrong, which started a loop in which I woke up, realized that I'm still in a dream and that my Mom is wrong, until I eventually got actually woken up.
The earliest dream I can remember was where my sister and i were looking out our window, and a massive horsefly landed on the window. It was large enough that it covered around half the window. I touched the window and it just disappeared. My sister ran and the giant bug flew in and landed on the floor in front of me, suddenly so large that it completely boxed me in and i couldn't get past it. For some reason i reached out to touch it, and it bit my hand off. I woke up after i pulled the bloody stump back. I think it was because i had seen Romancing The Stone and saw the alligator scene earlier that week.
The absolutely worst "dream" I once had was, in hindsight, a somewhat-aware phase between sleep cycles. But back then it played out for me like this: I rose for a second in the middle of the night and was actively experiencing falling asleep again. However, my mind was convinced I was dying, passing over into the afterlife. As my mind struggled to remain awake and avert fate, everything slowly but surely went black. I woke up in the morning, unsure if I really died or what happened, but it kept my mind busy for the next week.
I once got defeated in a death maze in a nightmare. Before going into the next dream I thought "I think _not"_ and managed to get a lucid-adjacent dream >:)
Two earliest nightmares I can remember having: *1)* My mom melting in the backseat of the car, clothes and all. It was a slow process and my mom seemed completely unphased by it but 5-6yr old me was bawling my eyes out as I was unable to do anything but watch her gather into a beige puddle of goo on the floor next to me. I woke up still crying. *2)* The Tasmanian Devil had died, his entire family (from that one cartoon nobody remembers) was mourning him inside a pyramid and he was covered in a white sheet. But Tas suddenly rose from the platform he was laying on and started chasing family while still covered in the white sheet, they were terrified. And please note that when the Tasmanian Devil was chasing them, he wasn't hovering like a ghost or doing his trademark tornado spin of violence. Just stumbling about the way you'd expect someone covered in a sheet. Then, as if someone switched the TV channel, it suddenly cut to the castle in the beginning of Snow White and then I woke up.
The dreams I remember are bad, in that they're bad at being nightmares. When I was little, I dreamed that I was being attacked by a Ghostbusters marshmallow man, and he caught me. And as I'm fighting for my life, he changes into a godzilla costume and switches the soundtrack on the record player. Still scared the crap out of me. Another notable dream was one I had in my early thirties. I was ghost hunting in an abandoned prison. The ghost appeared behind me on the catwalk, so I turned around and whipped my utility knife at it. The ghost was glow in the dark paint on a wool blanket. I just slumped my shoulders and woke up.
once during a dream, i saw people that i knew from one or maybe multiple previous dreams. i didnt remember them when i was awake, but when i was asleep the memories came back to me, and i knew who they were. i felt happy that i remembered them, it felt like reuniting with old friends. it felt like "how could i ever forget about you?". thats all i remember. i guess i forgot again.
My dreams don't usually involve specific monsters (besides my yearly zombie dream), although there is one exception. I was about 13 at the time. In the dream, I was just looking out the window of my house when I saw this mud man with purple rune-like etchings in it. It was standing completely still, but I freaked out because I knew that by looking at the mud man it would now hunt me down and kill me (think reverse Weeping Angel). My family was getting ready to have dinner, so I ran into the dining room to ask for help. At this point the mud man had entered the house. My family were annoyed with me and didn't take my fear seriously, chastising me for doing something so stupid. Just before the mud man grabbed me, however, my mom made a piece of toast and slathered butter on it and made me eat it, explaining that this was the only way to stop the mud men. However, it only worked once, so if I looked at it again there was no hope for me. Since I was no longer about to die, my dad told me to hurry up and sit down for dinner, but the mud man was standing directly in front of my seat at the table and I accidentally looked at its foot. It started slowly coming after me again, backing me into the basement, while my family prepared to eat and complained about me not listening to them. I woke up just before it grabbed me, but I had to walk to school that morning and outside looked exactly like it did in the dream.
I’m a major thanatophobe and had just finished listening to obsolete by Chuck Palahniuk so my subconscious decided to torment me. I was with my mom, just kind of walking around when a guy and girl in white outfits (polos, pants, hat, shoes) approached us. They told me that the next time I fell asleep I would die. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but I’ve never been good at that so I eventually nodded off. When I woke up I was in some suburb, it seemed sort of fake like a movie backdrop, and the two people were there. They told me that this was heaven and they were angles. I couldn’t really go anywhere, when the backdrop they called heaven ended I was physically unable to move any further and all that I saw was black outside of it. Somehow I managed to temporarily escape and crawl back into my own body, it was rotting, my eyes were gone, and my jaw just sort of hung open, but I was alive, sitting in a chair at my own funeral. I begged my parents to not bring me back to the angels, and eventually they agreed, but the angels found me anyway. They put me on some sort of trial to decide if I should go to hell or not, hell had the same small set feel as heaven but there was a line of fire. They eventually agreed that I could go back to heaven and told me I should be grateful that they were being so nice to me.
one time i had a nightmare i was watching one of those TH-cam channels that summarise myths. the subject was early 1800s midwest american folklore and a weird spiky green dog (which i'll abbreviate SGD) that when looked at fills people with the urge to eat it. what sucks is that eating one would not only kill the consumer but, would make the SGD reproduce. The video later showed them spreading across the entire continental united states. the worse part was that i somehow knew to take it as fact.
I can also nope out of nightmares some times. My partner often has bad dreams and I often wish I could share this ability with her or at least pop into her dreams to help her get through it. I think it could make for a fun story too. A savvy lucid dreamer learns how to pop into their friend's nightmares, but this doesn't necessarily give them the abilities to defeat or vanish them. Maybe one of the nightmare creatures figures out that if the friend was able to come into their realm, maybe they could do the same and become a dream-hopping monster.
The scariest dream I ever had was the one where I was drowning in a frozen lake and couldn't actually breathe in real life. It went like this: I was in a forest that I knew I'd never actually been in real life but seemed familiar to me and was walking down a trail. It was cold and snowy out. Something that looked like a fox but not quite right jumped out of the bushes. Its eyes were all weird and glowy. For some reason I knew it shouldn't be there and that made me really mad so I tried to chase it, but it was always just ahead of me. Without realizing, I had run out onto a frozen lake and before I knew what was going on, the ice gave way underneath me and I fell through a hole and into the water. I was drowning and I couldn't breathe. I saw something looking down at me from the hole and it had the same eyes as the fox. It was keeping me from moving and I just kept drowning/sinking. I woke up after that and was all sweaty & cold. What had happened was that while I was asleep, one of my pillows had flopped over and covered my face, which kept me from breathing. I realized that if I hadn't woken up, I might have stopped breathing. Naturally, I couldn't get back to sleep after that.
the earliest nightmare i can remember is one about a creek behind my house (which isn't there) that i walked down to and was immediately swallowed by what looked like a big yet stubby grouper with muted browns and greens that jumped out of the water at the speed of a cheep cheep in a mario game. the dream also had a shader like an RE game. i think i was 2 or 3
I’ve had this constant recurring dream of like this gas station, in the middle of nowhere, but there’s like a ramp leading downwards into a mysterious door sized for a semi truck. It’s always raining in this dream, there’s an absurd amount of neon lights covering the building (like strangely cyberpunk in its appearance) and there’s a strange sense of dread that accompanies every action. I never go into the station, I just wait for a car that never comes. “Hum-num-num I’m gonna get you!”
I used to have a lot of nightmares where something would be following me while I was out with a group of friends, and no matter what, nobody else but me would notice it, because nobody could *see* it following us. The only reason I knew was because I could *sense* it, just out of the corner of my eye, and from very far away. I was extremely nervous about it’s presence, but couldn’t bear to bring it up with the rest of the group because I always felt like I was a newish friend and didn’t want to make a bad impression with these new friends by telling them a monster was following us. I had these dreams frequently in my mid twenties, and I think the social awkwardness of being an adult claiming there was a creature stalking behind us going “hum num num, I’m gonna get ya” would just be too embarrassing to fess up to.
when i was a kid i used to have this recurring nightmare that Big Bird was running around the building i lived in eating all my friends. it always started with me implicitly knowing that this was what he was doing, and that he was just around the corner. the dream would start with me exiting my room into the hallway, and slowly walking down the hallway until i reached the corner, and then Big Bird would turn the corner and look me directly in the eye for several seconds before i woke up.
The worst nightmare entity that haunts me is one i have never actually seen. Its mere existence and the pospect of it getting closer fills me with so much dread that my body has trained itself to force itself awake before it gets to me. The one time i didn't wake myself up fast enough i woke up with my whole body locked up paralysed with nothing but the thought "It knows where i am now" echoing over and over in my mind with the picture of a blurry, staticky figure standing over my bed, with the vague proportions of a humanoid. It took like 5 minutes for my muscles to relax and my breath to calm down. I have never felt such utter complete dread and fear before or after in my entire life. It felt like the universe was about to end. I didn't even feel this terrified when i learned the sun would explode one day as a child. When i was younger i had another horrible dream. I was very scared of the dark as a kid, so my parent got me a nightlight. So, in the dream i just woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the toilet. I climbed down from my bed and went to my door, which was right next to my glowing, green nightlight. I opened the door and behind it i just saw a GIANT face, taking up the entire door frame, its eyes were staring at me unblinking and its mouth was stretched into a grotesqe, toothy smile. It looked a bit catlike too. And the only thing lighting up the face was the damn green nightlight.
I once had a dream where I was on a college campus in some small town, and there was only me and this one cop guy who would constantly run up to me, engage me in New-Vegas-style dialogue, and say really manipulative things to me like, “don’t you want to help me with my investigation?” Eventually, this cop guy kept stalking me an eventually kidnapped me and took me to a random iceberg in Canada where the government was growing some giant monster that was a cross between a moose and a shark. After the cop guy and his friends threw a box of kittens in the creature’s living hole to make sure the beast was awake, they cackled and threw me in there as well
I once had a reccuring nightmre as a little kid where I was in the middle of a void and there was this big cubic structure that had a staircase leading into it and on the inside there was a few tables (those sorta Krusty Krab lookin’ ones that only have one leg) and a big slide that lead outside of the cube. I was always being chased by something, and would have to run up the stairs, through the cube, down the slide, and around the outside of the cube on loop for the full 8 hours I was asleep. A few times, I remember being able to make my way under one of the tables in order to hide, but I knew what was chasing me would figure out I wasn’t going through the loop anymore and hunt me down, so I always had to start running again. I remember once there was a lever under the table that I pulled and the slide entrence went down to reveal a big room behind it, but I was too scared to go through, so whatever was chasing me got there first, and I don’t remember what was there, but I remember being so scared (and I think jealous?) that I didn’t get it. I think it was a robot or something, because I remember it sharply turning directly towards me with bright red eyes right before I woke up. In other news, I also once had a dream that was literally just a still image of an island and nothing else. It was sorta sandy, I think it has some palm trees, not the most realistic island, sorta how a kid draws an island with it basically just being a semicircle.
I often have nightmares where I get shot or stabbed or otherwise killed repeatedly in looping dreams while running from something, but I weirdly enjoy these more than the emotionally scarring ones.
One of the more recent nightmares I can remember is from a few years back. Basically, I had gone on this submarine with this research team to an overcast tropical island. What we were doing is trying to prepare the island for colonization or something because this entire thing had a late 1800s imperialism kind of feel to it, so think Bram Stoker's Dracula level of technology. I remember my job on this island was to take these polaroids of different landmarks on this island and after a while of snapping pictures, I made my way to this gigantic gnarled tree in the center of this island. I took a picture and what I saw really got to me. There was this figure looking at me from in front of the tree, and while it was human, it appeared to look almost like it was made of static or some kind of shadowless light gray material, almost like it was an empty hole in reality. The only thing distinguishable about it was this single red eye in the very middle of its face, which was doubly weird because these photos were in black and white. And at the bottom of the polaroid, albeit still in the frame of the photo, were these ethereal floating words that said something like "I found you" that right after I read them faded away out of the photo. After this, a couple of other monsters started showing up, such as a terrifying creature wearing a mask that looked like a gutted pig head and a dark shadowy figure with white eyes that you could only ever see peeking out at you from behind things before it would duck out of sight, but that one static entity filled me with the most dread out of all of them and even looking back on it, it still freaks me out. While not the scariest nightmare I've had, its the one with the most overt monsters within it.
The only “nightmare” that I had was the following: I was in a castle room with no windows and three pillars I was being chased by the “woe strider” from Magic The Gathering (a skeletal man with elongated legs and arms and a face made out of purple light), I knew that if he were to catch me he would rip out my soul, I was scared útil he started to move, because it moved like a jpeg of the creature floating in my direction faster than my walking speed, but lower than my running speed. Than out of nowhere a table appeared and it had 5 of my high school friends with their faces removed for a smooth faceless skin, atop the table was a pink birthday cake and there was one unused chair at the head of the table closest to the cake. They talked to me telepathically in unison “sit and enjoy the cake, you’re running out of time”, since I had realized that it was a dream when the woe strider jpeg beast started running towards me, but still couldn’t wake up I sat a the table and allowed the beast to catch up to me. Then everything turned to mist the castle the monster and my friends, I was turned into a hollow from dark souls 3 and put upon the top of a building of a post apocalyptic city overgrown with vegetation with a friendly hollow, we then did parkour to e cape a giant metal Kaiju and the dream ended when the metal beast came close to our location.
As a child I used to have this incredibly surreal recurring nightmare. I could never remember the details well. The best way that I could describe it is: What if you were balancing on an infinitely long tightrope in the sky, but with gravity reversed. So you constantly feel like you're going to fall, while you're forced to keep walking on the rope (it was more of an abstract line than a rope). The gravity reversal didn't apply to the "rope" or your feet so I wasn't actually falling I was just kind of stuck there. It gave me a strange cocktail of emotions. I felt scared and dizzy because I felt like I was upside down, but I was completely sure that I would be stuck in that position for eternity. It's this strange combination of feeling like you can break free (by just falling) but also that you can't do anything but keep walking. I wasn't afraid of falling it was just that strange feeling of being trapped in a completely empty space. It's what I imagine a three-dimensional being would feel if it got stuck in a two-dimensional world. After a while I stopped having the dream but then it started invading my other dreams. Like I would be having a normal dream and then that dream would just pauze and I would get this immense feeling of dread and discomfort. It was like the dream added another layer on top of the regular dream. It was still there but it was pauzed and I couldn't interact with it anymore. Eventually it just stopped happening. The last time I got it was a few years ago, and I felt more surprised and excited than scared because it was so long since I had felt that emotion.
I was no stranger to nightmares as a kid, and I remember quite a few of them. One that stuck to me is the one where I was at the public pool we'd go to with my family every wednesday, and I was enjoying myself like normal, until I start noticing the water overfloating of the pool was not going in the gutter around the pool as usual, because it was full. At that point I understood the room would quickly be entirely underwater and I had to get out of here before drowning. Unfortunately, the time it took me to look for my family it was already too late, and I found myself desperately swimming towards the exit door, but I didn't make it and I woke up before drowning. I still had a fun time at the pool the next wednesday though. I had a funny one years later, as a teenager. I think because I had so many nightmares my brain started to have this weird strategy where everytime I would be in a life-threatening situation, I would know I'm in a video game, so if I died, I'd just respawn. So one time I'm in an underground parking lot where I have to beat different bad guys trying to kill me in a short amount of time in order to get to the "next level" and beat the game to get out of here. After I'm done with one of them and as I keep walking throught the parking lot, a tense and stressful music starts playing and I think "Ah, that's a boss fight music" so I take a peek at what's waiting for me and I see two very buff guys, one with a baseball bat with nails on it, and one with a cinder block attached to a metal chain he's turning around. The funny thing is when I saw that I was like "nope, you know what? I'm done actually" and I just turned around and left, and I woke up soon after.
thankfully, mine are usually just a perpetual waking up for a bit. like I'll be half a wake hallucinating turning of my alarm and checking my phone for a few minutes before I realized my alarm was still going off and I hadn't even turned over.i don't know how I'd cope with a Neverending nightmare
Most of the nightmares I've can remember from recently are kind of generically scary/sleep paralysis and not worth going into. I have had some crazy dreams that I can remember when I was younger, though I can only remember bits of them because of how long it has been. Probably not worth doing a full vid on them, but I'll try to recall as much as I can. The first dream has me awakening in a strange and unfamiliar room with my siblings. Something was going on outside. I'm not sure what, but I just intuited that bad things were happening just outside of the window. Thankfully, the blinds were still closed. This is the part where things get particularly hazy, but I remember the room, which was once sort of an off-yellow (kind of like the backrooms) turned a bright glowing read as my dad went outside and someone (I don't remember who) opened the window. Outside looked visually similar to a videogame I played a lot during my childhood called Spawn: The Eternal. Specifically the low-res, greyish, blocky textures from the early levels. I think some velociraptors jumped into our room after that? The second dream was, for me a bit scarier. Probably more generic though. It was the first experience with sleep paralysis that I can remember. I remember going to sleep and "waking up" in my room. The light was still on, but my brother had gone to sleep. I was a bit annoyed, but I figured I'd get up and turn the light off myself. That was the exact moment I felt the air get sucked out of my body. I couldn't move and panic started to set in (this is probably why the dream took a such a dramatic and dark turn). I remember shortly after this, I saw the light switch off by itself as my bedroom door flung open. There was a dark silhouette that floated from the doorway to my still-paralyzed body. I think it looked like a girl, but I can't be sure. I recall it having, I think, pale green skin. It sort of spoke backwards at me, some incomprehensible, though terrifying, gobbledygook. After this point, I only remember the dream in a sort of pen & ink artstyle if you can call it that where I was isolated with this entity. Everything else fell away from reality at that moment. I do remember a white circle that enclosed around us too. That's about all I can remember, but this was a bit of a traumatizing incident for me.
I don't actually have nightmares, only really strange dreams that seem normal in the moment. I usually look back upon waking and utter a single "what the fuck" before going about my day.
I have a really weird thing in that I sometimes have really vivid dreams about normal conversations I want to have and don't realize they are dreams until I refer to the person I talked to in the dream about our conversation, they of course have no idea what I'm talking about. Sometimes it's really scary, it feels like I can't trust my memories and by extend parts of myself
I had a nightmare a few years ago. I remember it very vividly, but I'll try and give you the short version. Basically, I was a detective hired to investigate a cult. The cult's compound had swimming pools everywhere. Then the guy who I had never met before, who I was also supposed to save got tortured and killed in front of me. To wrap it up, it was my turn to die, on a beach, looking over the sunset. Though I was saved when I was brought to a realm, I guess? There, I felt a being who was so powerful that the only comparison I could think of was Azathoth. Which felt like bacteria in comparison to this, presence that I felt. I was so scared when I woke up shortly after taking all that in. I felt shaken for the rest of the day. Sorry for long this is. I hope I was able to convey it well enough.
I've been having nightmares a lot more often these days, but there are two that stick with me harder than any other. The first came about from when I was in elementary school; there was no central nightmare monster in this one, just me, curled up on the ground in my underwear and being laughed at by everyone. None of these people had any recognizable faces or voices to me, and now that I've gotten older and have a better grip on my life, this hasn't really ever come up since then, but harsher variations have appeared as I learned more about the world. The second dream is a bit stranger in that it weirdly managed to get a VR game made for it. I think this was also back in elementary school as well but I can't remember for certain, I was watching my very first Godzilla movie on tv with my dad and when I went to sleep that night, I dreamt that Godzilla or some vague look-a-like was in the downtown area where I lived at the time. I was in the backseat of my parent's car and the giant monster looked like it was at least a few miles away from us (I didn't have a good sense of distance at the time). I felt every step it took reverberate out towards us, the tremors sending utter chills up my spine. The entire time I was afraid it would turn its head and look right at us, but it never did thankfully. I would have similar dreams like this a few more times, sometimes with the monster closer and other times further away. By the way, the VR game in question was made for the Shin Godzilla movie released in like 2016 I think. It managed to be scarier than any of my nightmares and of course the design for Godzilla was more nightmarish than I could have possibly conjured up. That all being said, Godzilla's since become a sort of comfort thing for me and for anyone interested, here a link to footage of the VR game on TH-cam. th-cam.com/video/r-dqHHrzawo/w-d-xo.html
when i was young I dreamt that everything in my house, including the house, was made of melting skin, and my mum, who was wearing a dressing gown I had never seen was insisting it had always been this way and that I was being the strange one. i knew she was lying because somehow I knew the dressing gown was sentient and malicious, but I still spent the entire thing uncertain of myself.
There was a period in my life that I would fairly frequently dream I was being chased by something, only I didn’t know what I was being chased by, and whenever I tried to stand my legs wouldn’t be strong enough to carry me so I had to slowly crawl, and somehow I would always make decent distance but it was never enough.
When I was maybe 4 or 5 I had a very elaborate dream where I found an unknown video game on my shelf, played it, and brought the main character to life. He was purple and had the body shape of Mr. Krabs, but with no eyes, and his voice was like a person with a Brooklyn accent holding their nose. He then dragged me into his world where several scientists were trying to kill him in unconventional ways like slicing him up with saw blades and drowning him in acid, none of which worked. Every time he reformed himself the scientists would look at each other like "We are so fucked" The whole while he's just complaining and asking what we're doing in his stupid voice. I couldn't sleep for weeks.
I must've been about 4/5 years old, staying at my grandmother's place when I had this one. I had "woken up" from another dream and felt compelled to look out the second floor window of my room, only to see a bush from across the street suddenly and rapidly move towards the house. In a panic, knowing that this bush wanted to hurt me, I started to run to my grandmother's room only to find that the house had been over run with various insects, vines, and other hostile flora. I sprinted, narrowly avoiding the vines and centipedes clawing at my heels and managed to make it into my grandma's room, screaming in terror for her to wake up as the various plants and bugs closed in on me. I woke up in a dead panic just before they caught up to me. I feel like the next few years brought me a lot of nature-based nightmares, but this is the only one that felt even slightly comprehensible.
I used to have nightmares regularly by the time of middle school/start of high school. They were always the same 3-4 on repeat, and I could tell which they were before the "bad stuff" even happened in them. But no matter what, I couldn't avoid the situations that made me (probably) die in those nightmares. Except, eventually I managed to get out of the supernatural life-or-death situation I was in in one of them: literally, because I actually managed to leave my house in that nightmare and made it to the space just outside, where a brand new "puzzle" was ready for me to stumble upon it. I say puzzle, because that nightmare didn't immediately start as terrifying, it was just a time restriction to do *something* successfully before something bad happened. When I failed and the bad stuff happened, that's when it was actually scary. Nonetheless, I managed to get onto the next "stage" of this nightmare after another attempt, and there was yet another situation ready to be solved. Unfortunately, I stopped having nightmares as frequently shortly thereafter, and I never managed to stumble upon that "narrative" again. It's very interesting though, how my nightmares seemed to be divided in something like videogame stages, and that more were right around the corner if I happened to succeed on one. It almost feels like they were there the whole time, even when I was failing the first stage, which begs the question of how, why and what created them while I wasn't even looking, because that's what a dream is usually all about: perceiving things from your own perspective.
I had a dream a few years ago about what started out as an airplane trip but then I was suddenly was in a laundry place but the all the washing machines were filled with ice cream and me and some other people had to get into them and sit while they spined . I remember being filled with dread because I knew being in the machine would turn me into this cookie person that I found disturbing for for some reason.
One weird section of a dream I had that's stuck in my head that i think was at least unsettling enough to count here started with me entering some large bright red brick building. There was a staircase right near the opening that I was drawn to and with zero hesitation decided to walk up quickly ending up at a walkway. I went to my right and saw an industrial looking elevator platform thing and decided to get onto it. It instantly started to rise once I stepped on and everything turned black like a video game screen transition. Once my vision returned I was inside a large gymnasium and saw there were other people. A number of normal looking adults(who were completely pale like an old washed out photograph) were all standing against a wall while a group of children(with the same old photograph coloration) wearing white animal masks with black void eye holes chased eachother around playfully but didn't make any kindve sound. I walked towards the group and a loud train whistle blared to which the group all instantly stopped moving and headed directly towards a set of doors the adults were standing near. (1/2)
(2/2) I followed after them all as they went through the door and expectedly ended up at a train station with a very old fashioned looking train waiting for people to get on. I followed everyone on and avoided eye contact with the passengers as I made my way to a seat, keeping my head low as a felt if anyone saw my face something bad would happen. Unsure of where I was I asked a lady near me where the train went and she said in a calm voice "This is the train to the Afterlife." While that's a shocking thing to hear I wasn't really concerned for some reason until a stewardess(?) came and was collecting signatures from all the passengers. She eventually reached me and handed me the paper and a pen. I just stared at the paper as fear overcame me. I knew if I signed my name I would die so I got up and just bolted out of the train and instantly ended up back at the gym once I stepped off. There was another group of adults and masked children who ignored me as I made my way back to the elevator. As I got back on a single child who had separated themselves from the group stared me down as I got on the elevator and simply just waved goodbye at me. I waved back and made my descent as the same pitch black vision transition returned until I returned to the previous walkway and stepped off. As I made my way to the stairs there was a group of people coming up who stopped and all stared at me. Realizing they were asking for directions, I pointed them to the elevator and they all walked past me and quietly made their way to it, some passing through me as tho they no longer acknowledged my presence. When they were all gone I quickly ran back to the elevator for some reason but in its place was just a brick wall and I simply went back down the stairs and left. It was such a weird surreal experience that wasn't scary but unsettling to a degree and I still remember it especially when the topic of dreams comes up.
I actually had my first recursive dream recently It started as a corrupted version of the room I was sleeping in (yellow walls, less clutter, slightly darker) but there was this painting, the best way I can describe it is monochrome starry night, that caused distress and false awakenings as I got close to it.. It was about for or five cycles before I actually woke up, and each time the feeling from the painting got stronger, as the room got darker.. This was a few months ago, and I still vividly remember that painting, but thinking about it isn't as unsettling now.
Not really a nightmare but when I was younger probably around 8-13 I used to lucid dream a lot but I wouldn’t be dreaming and realize it’s a dream I would just get really tired and feel myself fall asleep while my mind stayed conscious it was a really weird almost painful sensation It was only years later that I found out that that’s not how most lucid dreaming is supposed to work
#wearenotalive Imma start with the goofy ones I've had, then slowly go down to the creepier and possibly more existential ones. Dream 1 ("The snakes"): This one is from when I was really, really young, probably around 4 to 6, I remember just chilling in my house, when tons of massive snakes the size of trains ran through it and destroyed it all, it ended with a shot of the snakes constantly slithering over the house, with the house being nothing but grass now. (If there is any symbolism I'd say it'd be a fear or narcissists, however I am partially afraid of snakes due to the dream.) Dream 2 ("The forbidden tree") This one is more early, essentially my mom got some weird tree in a clay pot from some thrift store or nursery, it had fruit of entirely varying kinds, most fruit being from different species of trees, like plums, or peaches, the tree itself was small and it was more thick than it was tall, it's bark also had the texture of plastic, and the look of polished wood, during the dream my mom also did a trip to the grocery store, and brang back a bag of garlic, because I was going to put the bag of garlic in the fridge I was carrying it, then she came in with the tree, which caused me to place the garlic near the tree as I got distracted by the tree, the tree then melted into a pile of disgusting mush that smelled horrible, like sulfur and rotting chicken, in which I then dumped the tree off the porch because it was rotten, it then entirely regrew and grew bigger than the house, consuming it, the dream ended with me and my mom contemplating its size. (I believe the garlic melted the tree because it was "Unholy", in a sense.) Dream 3 ("The table that scratches") This one is also pretty old, and starts with me being in a dark hallway, looking into a room that has a table in the middle of it, with a window shining moonlight inside in the back, the table itself has glass on the top and has rounded edges and is made out of polished wood, something notable however is that even though there was glass on the top, it was entirely dark underneath it, like a void nested bellow, I remember walking towards the table and looking down at it, noticing that when looking into the glass all I could see was black, then I got grabbed by whatever was under the table, which it then started tickling me with many unseen hands, then scratching then ripping through my flesh. (I believe I had this dream because when my grandma was alive she tickled me a lot, I didn't like it too much, so maybe the negative emotions as little as they were, caused this dream.) Dream 4 ("The black rat") This one is pretty new but came before dream 2, essentially I was in my room, then I saw a rat, it was pitch black, the rat was running around my room, crawling on every surface it could, I kept repeating the phrase "The black rat" over and over again as I saw it, with fear mounting as it got closer and closer, once it did eventually start touching me, the fear was paralyzing, it wasn't fear anymore, it was terror, then I woke up. (I have no idea what this dream could possibly mean, if it even has a meaning, but due to it I am now deeply afraid of wild house rats.) Dream 5 ("The lost cat") This one is pretty old, but also a bit new, older than dream 4, and dream 2, but younger than all the rest of the dreams, it starts with me being in some sort of "cabin" that's inside has a look like a room in a video game with pitch gray walls that are untextured and plastic like, I remember going out for firewood and coming back to see my long lost beloved cat in the corner of my house, he was just sitting in the corner staring at the wall, when I got close to him, my view went from first person to more like a scene, as my vision kept moving around and taking shots around my cat, as he started spinning his head in circles while screaming and meowing, I woke up in a cold sweat and utter fear. (My belief is that this dream was caused by my stress and trauma of lost and killed pets, including that specific cat, it also shaped my likings of horror.) "Dream" 6 ("The shifting orange") This one is the oldest dream I can remember, I believe I even saw it when I was born, however I'm very uncertain that I did, the first variation of this "dream" was when I think I was born, and it was just something similar to what you see when you close your eyes, shifting colors with the main one being of light orange, it felt as if I was flowing down slowly on my back in a warm river with sunlight beaming on my body, all I felt was bliss and all I knew was non-existence. Variation 2 however was far later in my life, I ended up having a seizure like I typically did in my youth, there were 2 peppers in the void of orange this time, a red pepper, and a green pepper, they were talking to eachother and they were in a cartoon like form, the most I remember about them in my dream is them saying "Hey red pepper", and "Hey green pepper", in a stereotypical spanish accent. (I believe the peppers were made up in my brain in attempt to cope with the unbearable size of whatever it was seeing, or a hallucination from my seizure.) Variation 3 is a remanent of what used to be, the shifting orange still appears every now and then when I try to sleep sometimes, and I physically can't sleep when it happens because when it does I am filled with a feeling that feels like "Unbearably big, but unbearably small.", but now my mind has the image of a massive yet small tooth as a coping thing for it, whenever it happens it feels like the feeling extends into my jaws and teeth. (I believe this is what's left of the seizures I've had in my youth, still coming back partially in old age, but lessening due to growth, also it could be that the idea of non-existence is fading away in my mind as I grow older.) All 3 of these variations have caused tons of anomalies in my mind, and have changed my perception of reality on a fundamental level, even possibly causing dissociation in some parts of my life, other than that, they don't have much effect on me. I believe that if you think in the physiological and medical way it is a hallucination caused by my early age seizures, that has gotten to a point of extreme delusion or major memory alteration, but if I take it on the existential and/or spiritual way, I believe it could be remnants of what I felt in the void of non-existence, as it shows ideas and feelings of eternal knowledgeless bliss and existence without a form.
A dream that will always stick out to me happened when I was 8. I woke up under a tree surrounded by a seemingly infinite field of green grass and hills, I turn my head to see a girl in a frilly Victorian dress sitting next to me. We have a short conversation about something I can't remember when thunder roars in the distance, she tells me to follow her and we go up a staircase spiraling around the tree leading to a treehouse. It's surprisingly well furnished inside, about the size of a master bedroom. I sit on a loveseat and she tells me she'll get me something drink, while I'm sitting there I look out the window to see that it's raining frogs, some of which finding their way into the treehouse. She laughs and says "It's lovely, isn't it?". She hands me a mug of hot apple cider and puts on a record, I distinctly remember the song: Clarence "Frogman" Henry - (I Don't Know Why) But I Do (my dad always listened to music in the mornings in the room next to mine while he was working, so it was probably reality bleeding into my dream). She sits down next to me and we quietly sip our cider and watch the frog storm, and then I woke up. For a while I tried to recreate that dream so many times because I loved that world so much, I hope that strange little Victorian girl doing well wherever she is.
One of my favorite nightmates I've had is one where I was hanging out with my friends in a victorian garden and they all exploded, and I had to find their scattered organs and put them back inside them correctly or they'd turn undead instead of coming back to life.
Most of the time I'm pretty good at doing what Addison described and just viscerally rejecting nightmares when they start and waking myself up, and the nightmares where I can't do that are all rooted in grief and feel too personal to share in a youtube comment... So I'll just second the plug for listening to Mayfair Watchers Society. I finally checked it out today and really enjoyed it! Keep it up guys 💙
I am very late and admittedly my nightmares are admittedly very cliché (yes I will analyze my own fears as if they were pieces of media you can't stop me) and the one I am about to share is quite generic but it was genuinely one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. It was the whole "dream inside a dream" trope exceot slightly horror coded. It started out with me just living out my day as usual not realizing I was dreaming, so far so normal. After that I was horrifically killed inside the dream, leading to me waking up inside my bed, however something was slightly off but I couldnt understand what, I checked my phone and got increasingly weirder notifications that slowly turned into nonsense at which point I realized I was dreaming. For some reason a dog appeared in my room and I tried to pet it but it just bit me multiple times and I slowly bled out and died. Once again I woke up in my bed, in my room. This cycle of me waking up and dying in graphic ways continued for what felt like hours maybe even days, each iteration was more and distorted than the last. Near the end there was an ever expanding complex of rooms, a maze of distorted places I've been to, my elementary school, my childhood house and a whole castle interior amongst other things. I knew what was coming and I tried to prevent it by hiding away, to no avail. The last incarnation was none like the rest. There were no hallways, it wasn't even my room. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't mine. Nothing happened here, peace at last as I woke up in cold sweat, I reached for my phone and turned on the flashlight and aimed it directly at my eyes as a mere act of confirming that it was finally over. I wasn't able to sleep for the rest of the night. This happened during one of the lowest points in my life where I just obsessed with the idea of my death so I guess that's where that concept came from. Another gem from this era includes me lying on the mossy floor of a forest, unable to move as there are maggots, ants, spiders and other creatures slowly eating and decomposing me alive
I had a weird dream just last night. It was snowy, and the local playground was replaced with this four floor high plastic nightmare. Padded flooring installed around a tree in the heart of it, plastic tubes you have to maneuver right or you would be trapped without air, slides that send you freefalling to the ground, windchimes haphazardly hanging from the tangled branches. It felt like it was designed by someone who only hypothetically knew what a playground was. I don't remember why I decided to climb it, but at least I got to exprience it firsthand before it was blissfully erased.
The most terrifying (at the time) nightmare I've ever had was when I was 6 or 7. Literally all the whole dream was an anteater licking my face. Dunno why that was so scary, but it was bad enough that I ended up sleeping with my mom the rest of the night because I didn't want to be alone. Also, I have so much envy for people who can lucid dream. Characters have said to my face "you are dreaming" on multiple occasions and I'll just carry on like everything is completely real. The closest I've gotten was a dream where I was walking on a gravel path with animal skulls floating past and the moment I realized I was dreaming I tripped on a rock and woke up.
For some reason when I was *very* young, like I couldn't have been older than 5, I had recurring nightmares involving the windows 7 operating system. Not any specific part of it, just the whole operating system, and it terrified me every time. I actually think I was dreaming about liminal spaces over a decade before they became popular. Like, for example, one time I had a really weird nightmare where I just sort of walked up to the computer in my parent's room, which ran windows 7, and it booted up and the standard windows 7 sound played, but for some reason the regular background also included just sort of a clipart png of a really angry bee with a large stinger, and for some reason both the completely normal sound and the slightly abnormal imagery terrified me enough that that dream is one of the few things that survived in my mind before I had long-term memory. I think it was also night outside and I was alone in the house for some reason, but the fact is nothing bad actually happened yet it was one of the scariest dreams I had in my early childhood.
My most occurring nightmares on variants of hitting the ocean or a lake or something in a car. Given how many overpasses across water there are where I live, it makes sense, but the interesting part is how one time. The car drove directly off a bridge that had broken off, and it just started bouncing and jumping like a shipping stone til we got back on the road, and this happened multiple times.
There are two types of people in the world: People who dream about crabs and people who haven’t dreamed about crabs yet
49:40 In case you’re wondering, the dream actually was just an ad campain that was just big bold letters that just read “WE HAVE IT” written in a cryptic font in black text on a solid white background with nothing else, not even an indication that it was a McDonald’s ad, but the dreamer knew it was for McDonald’s, and so eventually the dreamer went to a Mcdonald’s drive-thru and asked “I saw the sign. Can I have it?” and there was just silence for ten seconds before their own voice can through the speaker, clear as can be, asking “Do you think you’re ready?” and they drove away.
I woke up from a dream in early August of 2021 that started with a dark version of The Simpsons title sequence that sang the line "Summer's endiiiiiiiing" and then concluded with Plankton morphing into a sand worm from Dune and booming "I'M GOING TO COMMIT 9/11!"
Me when I commit 9/11
Plankton did 9/11?!
Plankton's name is not Jeremy Elbertson, he could never have committed 9/11.
@@robertallan8035 don't say his name, he might think we're that "chat" guy
Damn, God-Emperor Leto II really fell off the deep end after his Spice addiction got worse.
I have this weird dream that keeps showing up about this lullaby called "johns home" and the lyrics were like
"John's home,
What will he bring?
What will he cook?
John's home
Bringing his bag
Full of all things
John's home
He's bringing his friend
He's taking his time"
I have no clue what the fuck it means it just sounds like a serial killer ass thing
Make a horror game about it please
I love that. I _love_ it.
john is home, what did you expect it to mean? didnt you see his bag full of all things?
You could say homest
I was raised evangelical Christian, so at the age of 5 or so I had repeated nightmares of the rapture. I was in my house and out the window I could see the sky was blood red, meteors were coming down and the forest around my home was burning. Originally, it ended with me and my family being beamed up to heaven while my only friend was left behind to die, but as I fell out of faith, it changed to my whole family and only friend being beamed up, leaving me behind. I would desperately try to hold onto them but they left as my home burned and collapsed around me. It ended when the floor crumbled from under me as I fell into the void I knew would lead to hell.
That sounds so much like the weird semi nightmare semi hallucination my grandmother had. She was a nun for about a year before deciding she couldn’t deal with the terrible meager food and constant sleep deprivation, so her whole system was pretty messed up by the time she finally went home and passed out in bed. When she woke up, the sun was setting and she looked out the window and saw Christ on a cloud, with all of her friends and family. She just watched while they floated away into the sun and the sky turned red. Then she passed out again for 16 hours. Weirdest way to learn your grandma used to be a nun. Anyways she’s a Wiccan now.
I've been a Christian for most of my life and man am I lucky that all the "The Rapture is happening next Tuesday!!!" voices in my life were mostly through the internet. I still had the occasional rapture dream as a kid but they mostly came with a vibe like "oh okay, I guess we're in the world's end credits sequence right now. I was looking forward to high school, but I guess this is where things are going now."
@@RiseOfTheKumquat67 "The world's credits sequence" is pretty on point for the vibes of my childhood rapture dreams. In contrast to OP's, mine just stopped when I lost faith.
Same, and then my mother would be like, 'Do you think it's a vision?' Thanks mom.
It's a little disconcerting to get a video titled "We Read Your Nightmares" with no views when I open TH-cam
But, that's how the crumbler crumbles
I had a nightmare that was framed like an episode of the Simpsons. It was a pretty normal feeling episode where homer was changing his ways and becoming a better person. Everyone seemed to like the new Homer, until near the end of the episode. People started asking when he would go back to "normal". Homer didnt want to go back though, and the others started getting nervous. Eventually, a mob of the townsfolk chased homer down and held him by his arms and legs while chanting: "status quo! status quo!" I heard Homer screaming and the chanting continue as the credits played.
Jesus Christ
That's actually incredible. No one can improve, because as a sitcom, it RELIES on the status quo, and when a single character tries to make their life better, the universe itself bends over backwards, breaking all logic and character dynamics just to get things back to normal for the next episode. That'd make a great treehouse of horror episode. Or an actual episode if they weren't cowards.
Dang, you predicted the season premiere of the most recent season as of me writing this comment (Bart's Birthday).
Now I can say (in the same cadence as that one South Park bit): "Darknut1223 already did it!"
I know the exact Tumblr post you're talking about.
They didn't even give it a name though, much less a bizarre one like "blurmpo supreme".
They literally just said "we have *It*". The entire dream referred to it as "It".
I’m 98% sure this video is secretly a recruitment driver for the next Diregentleman Tournament Arc and I am utterly pleased with that notion.
We already know Laob will be there
Der Bopper truly is my favorite german fairy tale, I´m glad someone else would mention this classic
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The way Addison said my name made me giggle and I too would like to know the clown's politics but he doesn't seem very inclined to tell me
My nightmare is having to repay my student loans! Am I right, fellas?
I had a nightmare at 5 where my mother and grandmother threw me down a sewer opening and laughed as I was violently killed by an alligator. I think that besides the horrible abuse, that dream is the reason I don't speak to them
@@thisgoddamusernamestoodamnlong this is such a weird way to traumadump
I had a nightmare as a kid where I was taken by clowns and forced to become a clown against my will. The best way to describe how they looked is think of the Killer Klowns from Outer Space movie which I watched once as a kid and it stuck with me until adulthood.
Also I really wanna draw some of these nightmares
This has to be someone’s kink
That's the plot of a TV show episode, but I can't remember the name of the show
I once had a dream that Jack Black died during the production of the Mario Movie and Bowser got recast as Anne Hathaway. This story was told in the format of my bodiless consciousness phasing through a series of giant pizza boxes.
I had a dream about surviving on an island with coconut crabs trying to eat me, but it was a comical amount of crabs that kept coming no matter how many I killed.
I can lucid dream sometimes and I can generally pivot out of dreams but I've had nightmares where I've tried to pivot out of it like what Allison was describing and it kept going on repeat, all paths leading back to the nightmare. I don't remember what those nightmares were tho, just that it was a terrifying experience.
i can beat all these with a nightmare i can describe in two words: testicular trypophobia
Please receive mental help
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WTF
Thanks I hate it
Sense we're sharing dreams. I once had a dream of me and two other men going on a Stalker (the Tarkovsky film) esque journey trying to find the wishing room. When we reached it we were in pitch black darkness and a spotlight came on revealing a beanie baby. Through a booming voice the beanie baby began revealing and condemning one of my companions for being a horrible person only for more spotlights to turn on revealing more beanie babies that all shouted at him as I started in confusion.
Oh no! Not the exposure of the secret guilt from the stuffed animals! That definitely could be scary if presented in the right way for sure! Or while dreaming that works too!
I think you must've projected onto your friends nightmare
I had a sort of micro-nightmare about a month ago. The entirity of the dream was my boss walked up to me and said "Anon your work lately has been-" and I wake up literally saying exasperated "MY WORK HAS BEEN WHAT??" before I realized it was just a dream.
Honestly, I have more weird non-nightmare dreams than weird nightmares, but one of my most reoccurring series of nightmares as a kid involved pitch black zombie cows with empty white, crusty eyes that moved extremely slowly and in waves as they invaded the elementary school I went to as a kid, the playground of said elementary school, and my childhood home (for reference, I essentially lived in the middle of nowhere as a kid with a bunch of fields dedicated to cow farming were next to both my elementary school and childhood home). Me, my friends, and family always stood and watched as the cows slowly approached, and even though we were probably fast enough to outrun the cows every time, we never did. Instead, we just stood still and accepted the inevitability of the end.
I once dreamt I booted up a DVD for a bad animated movie and in the extras section there was a short film in black and white. It had very stylised, bean like character designs and was stop motion animated. It was about a child who was being bullied at school for not having a fluffy enough hat due to poverty(?). One day the child managed to get a fluffy hat but had a hard time fitting through the slide on the playground and the teacher started speaking to the child while walking to the right side of the screen. When she reached the screen's edge a blue firefighter appeared on the left side and continued her monologue with the exact same voice and face animation as if it never got interrupted. Once he went off the screen the child's father continued the monologue but he stopped and I knew he was talking directly to me. I suddenly remembered that I had seen this film before and something terrifying happens at the end of the father's monologue but I couldn't turn off the video and lost the ability to close my eyes. He seemed to be delighting in my panic. I remember being absolutely filled with dread waiting for the inevitable before waking up.
I have two:
-I once had a club penguin nightmare were I ran away from a clown penguin who would do the dance everytime it got closer.
- a nightmare where a robotic SpongeBob on a unicycle would slap my hands everytime I would reached for the plate of kraft singles.
Not traditional kind of nightmares but it was these two or the flesh room one :/
I had a nightmare while asleep during online distance learning in 2020. Around that time I'd gotten good at falling asleep and then waking up right before I needed to leave the class. So the dream began with me waking up and needing to use the bathroom after class ended, but when I opened the door I felt something was off despite everything looking accurate to my house. I heard, at some point that you could tell if you're in a dream by looking in the mirror, so that's what I did. What stared back at me kinda looked like me except: I was skinnier, my hair was slightly levitating, and my face was blacked out except for my right eye which was way too big. My reflection then told me, "you're life isn't real. gouge out your eyes." and I woke up with the most existential dread I'd ever felt in my life :D
I've heard that it's a bad idea to look in mirrors when you're dreaming or on psychedelics because it will be very scary. I recommend pinching yourself (for me it feels like I've been numbed with novacaine or had a nerve pinch or a limb fall asleep, you still feel it, but less than it would be irl.) Looking at a clock, looking away, then looking back(time usually doesn't flow right, the time it shows won't make sense, the later may be earlier etc.) or trying to read text( you may dream that you are reading something, but if you concentrate on it, it won't look like text, you will just know what it says, or it might look like when Image generating AI's try to make text.) hope the reflection thing doesn't bother you any more!
that sounds HORRIBLE oh my god
That is such a harrowingly absurd thing for a nightmare reflection to say.
I had a freaky dream the other day - I was walking upstairs, turned around, and the stairs were gone and looked all glowy. I was freaking out, and then some guy said “go down, it’s all a matter of perspective” and I walked down the slab of wood which became stairs and they shifted into a staircase going into a different room than the one I walked up from.
It was a lot scarier in the dream for some reason, I woke up in a sweat.
I once had a dream movie!
The movie was called “The Happiest Man In Mississippi” and it starred Frank Sinatra as “Frank”, the eponymous Man and Marilyn Monroe as “Sous Vide”, a wwii era radio operator.
The movie starts with Frank swinging through the Mississippi skyline Tarzan-style on a noose, below him was a gigantic festival that filled the entire street.
(I’m pretty sure this movie was a sequel to something as I intrinsically knew Frank was supposed to help people)
Now, Frank looks at this festival, realizes how happy everyone is, and proclaims “I’M HOME!!” And decides to join the merrymaking.
Frank eventually wanders into a radio studio or smth and meets Mrs. Sous Vide. They start to flirt and I think Sous described Frank as having a “Green-bean mustache.” Needless to say, they hit it off and they decide to meet eachother in Sous’ apartment later.
Frank enters the “Heaven Apartments” to meet Mrs. Vide, but when ever she opens the door and the camera switches to her perspective, the walls all turn black, and the “Heaven” sign in the Apartments turns into “Hell”
And it isn’t Frank who’s standing outside the door, it’s her dead parents.
The rest of the dream is Frank trying to comfort Sous, speaking through the ghostly face of her late father.
I dream often, but I occasionally got graphic and guttural nightmares.
TW: Extreme animal abuse
My most recent nightmare, about two weeks ago, was about me saying hi to cats in windows. I felt something brush up against my leg, and I see this unicorn stuffed animal in the shape of the cat and I hear muffled meowing. It sounded like it was choking. I picked the "cat" up and brought it into my home. They were very weak with how they were acting and very much preferred to be on my lap. I brought my sister over to talk about it, and I see this bleeding slash hole on the side. I look in, and I can suddenly see the entirety of the cat for some reason? Well, the cat had been skinned alive and the unicorn stuffed animal was used as a replacement for that skin.
I soon learned, by one of the cats exiting a house (There's more stuffed in stuffed animals) that our next door neighbor was the one who was skinning cats. I remember vividly that people kept peeking into the windows of my house over and over for the rest of the day. In the dream, I was so scared that I was hiding my cat from my neighbor. I didn't let my cat go to the windows or doors. At night, there was a slow knock on my door. I grabbed a pocket knife. Low and behold: the neighbor. They then threatened my cat if I told anybody. I woke up and cried for two hours and understandably so as someone whos empathy is completely reserved for animals, especially cats, and not people.
I'll never forget the nightmare of a demon dog that would attack me in my dreams until one night I had the dream again and I attacked it. I never had the nightmare again after biting it's ear.
I’ve had repeated dreams of wandering a silent house during a chill wet night of drizzling rain. It’s a bougie, minimalist sort of house, walls grey, windows wide. I see glimpses in my periphery: the ceiling, the furniture - there are patches, patches of skin. Pale patches of mottled skin with sparse black hairs. Somehow I know this is “The Rat.” I am overcome with oppressive dread. I hide inside a wardrobe and sob. It’s inevitable. It’s toying with me.
I feel a heaviness in the room outside my hiding place. It’s here, of course, it’s just waiting for me to come out.
I’m scared to leave the wardrobe, but I can’t bear to stay inside. The skin is in here too, like the hide of some animal sewn into the wood. I decide to reveal myself. It has so many hands.
oh no
My weirdest covid nightmare was when I had a dream about two T rexes fighting to see who would be the Queen of the dinosaurs, and they were having this super gory fight, blood and guts everywhere, and the winner ended up tearing out the other one's heart and eating it. I was watching all of this happen while shopping for swimsuits at Target
seeing more addison alongside the diabolical duo always lifts my spirits
The unholy trinity.
“Hum num num, I’m going to get you” is an objectively funny phrase.
I had a dream that Cell from DBZ was going around door to door absorbing my neighbors. When he came to my door to absorb my mom, I punched him, and his chest turned into chewed celery before he died.
I had a recurring nightmare where I was lying in the yard at night beside a jeep. Then, a narrator would calmly say "Wild animals chasing a boy," then I'd quickly get chased around the jeep (in a 3rd person view) by a line of various animals until I woke up. I was around 6 at the time
15 years ago, I remember I became aware with pliers in hand and a bomb in front of me. The timer was ticking down and I couldn't find the how to turn it off. As the timer started blaring with only a minute left, I ran to a hill because you can move faster down them. But no mater how hard I ran the timer only got loader. I turned around to se that the Bomb had morphed into a siren head esque monster that was running after me like an Olympic sprinter. I ran harder for a bit, until a realization hit me like a truck.
That wasn't the sound of a timer.
THAT WAS MY ALARM!
I bolted out bed so fast, I tripped and fell on my face. I was late to deliver papers.
Sorry for the very long comment, I just have to talk about this.
I've been consistently having 2 recurring dreams for some time now (4-5 years, I think). The two of them happen roughly 50% of the time, alternating back and forth, with the rest of my dreams being random collections of sounds, colors, and emotions. Now, to talk about these dreams.
Firstly, and the more tolerable one, is what I can only describe as an early twentieth-century movie. It is completely black and white, with the only other color being a very rare red. In the dream, I walk through a city resembling very old depictions of New York, in the middle of winter. Everyone else in the streets is wearing extremely formal clothes (suits for men, dresses for women) and, worst of all, I can't see their faces. It's just a white light where their faces might be.
The dream always follows the same pattern. I walk for a while, sit on a bench in a park, see some advertisements on billboards, and then pass through a bright, shining window. The dream always ends shortly after I look through the window, but I can never remember what I see inside. The very rare red color that I mentioned before usually shows up here, in a flash of crimson coming from the window before I wake up.
The second dream I find to be, in my opinion, much worse than the first. In it, I wake up in my bed, with a bright light shining from outside. Before I can get out of bed, however, the booming voice of an elderly man says something to me, usually a variation of 'The time has come' or 'Judgement has been made', before I hear deafening trumpets followed by the sound of a massive explosion. Then, my window breaks, and waves of fire come in from outside, burning me alive. I then wake up, usually feeling really hot and sweaty.
Burning alive does not feel very nice, even if only by recreation in a dream, so you may understand why this is my least favorite of the two. That's pretty much it. I've tried to understand where these dreams are coming from, but they are so consistent and have happened for so long that I'm a bit stumped. I'm pretty certain that the second dream has something to do with religion since it sounds a lot like stuff I've read about in the book of revelations, but I'm not really afraid of the end times, so I still don't understand.
But besides that, I just wanted to share this experience, since I think having dreams so consistent for so long should be pretty rare.
Also, Hum Num Num! I'm gonna get you!
This one time i had a nightmare as a kid where a guy in a dog suit who i knew was coming to kill me, and i tried to kill him first with telekinesis.
''Do you get to the cloud district very often? oh what am I saying, ofcourse you dont.''-cloud wizard
Once or twice a year, I have a recurring dream where I'm in an amusement park, all alone, during the day. There are no employees, no other people at all, and yet the park itself is open and the rides are operational. There's no sounds of animals or people or even ambient park music, just dead silence.
Every dream puts me in a different area of the park that seems to go on forever. One time it was a forest-themed area with impossibly tall redwood trees and wooden rollercoasters. Another time it was a more sleek and modern water park area with a lot of white concrete and brushed chrome. In the most recent iteration, I was in a neon-colored 80s-style arcade.
I'm not entirely lucid in these dreams, at least not lucid enough to alter the dream in a meaningful way, but I am aware that I've had this dream before, even if the new environment looks completely different from previous iterations.
Despite there being no people around, I will move and behave as if there are. I wait in lines as if there are people ahead of me, and I pay for food when I buy it despite there being no employees to take the money from me. And throughout the whole experience, every time, I feel like I'm being watched. Not like something is hunting me, but this unnerving feeling that if I do something wrong, and break the rules of this place, there will be consequences.
This my go-to scary dream to talk about cuz i remember it SO VIVIDLY. It happened when i was around 9 (a troubled age cuz my parents had divorced). I remember waking up in an unfurnished room with no doors, no lights and one single window. I peered outside the window only to see a blindingly white room. In the room was as creature sitting at a black table. The creature had no eyes or nose but somehow knew i was there and smiled at me. They then revealed a plastic bag full of tiny people, among those people were my parents. He picked random one out of the bag and ate it. Seeing this, all the people started screaming and trying to escape. The struggle caused my parent's faces to get torn off and pushed against the side of the bag. The creature continued to feast until they turned to me and said " Thank you". And I woke up crying cuz holy shit???
Edit: sorry for spelling errors lmao
Sorry for the IP-creep factor on this one: I recently had a dream that I was at Frontierland slamming a live raccoon against one of the guard rails to provoke "that coward" Rocket Raccoon into facing me. Unfortunately, it worked. A fog machine activated over by Splash Mountain, Hammerhead by The Offspring started playing, and a shitty mascot costume version of Rocket (think that Kung Fu Panda "cameo" in Disaster Movie) walked out of the smoke with a 12 gauge shotgun.
I was completely unarmed and in the wrong, but I remember shouting "YES. YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!" as the music swelled and I woke up.
I had a dream where i woke up and anyone who tried to talk to me looked like Peter Griffin. They had their normal body and hair but Peter's face. Then I looked into the mirror and I had Peter's face. I woke up like terrified
I had this exact same vision too, just not with Peter Griffin.
Today I had a nightmare that Endeavor from mha wanted his children to know that he'd love them no matter how they look so he surgically transformed himself into just a head with two feet and his nose fell off and it was legit body horror
Wow what a redemption arc. My G selectively bred his children like dogs and abused them their whole lives then, as an apology, gets surgically turned into Kirby.
Two of my most terrifying childhood nightmares were centered around my parents. In one my Dad (who was a zombie) was operating on himself in an otherwise empty abandoned hospital while I begged him to stop, the other started with my Mom waking me up but being wrong, which started a loop in which I woke up, realized that I'm still in a dream and that my Mom is wrong, until I eventually got actually woken up.
The earliest dream I can remember was where my sister and i were looking out our window, and a massive horsefly landed on the window. It was large enough that it covered around half the window. I touched the window and it just disappeared. My sister ran and the giant bug flew in and landed on the floor in front of me, suddenly so large that it completely boxed me in and i couldn't get past it.
For some reason i reached out to touch it, and it bit my hand off. I woke up after i pulled the bloody stump back. I think it was because i had seen Romancing The Stone and saw the alligator scene earlier that week.
The absolutely worst "dream" I once had was, in hindsight, a somewhat-aware phase between sleep cycles. But back then it played out for me like this: I rose for a second in the middle of the night and was actively experiencing falling asleep again. However, my mind was convinced I was dying, passing over into the afterlife. As my mind struggled to remain awake and avert fate, everything slowly but surely went black. I woke up in the morning, unsure if I really died or what happened, but it kept my mind busy for the next week.
I once got defeated in a death maze in a nightmare.
Before going into the next dream I thought "I think _not"_ and managed to get a lucid-adjacent dream >:)
Two earliest nightmares I can remember having:
*1)* My mom melting in the backseat of the car, clothes and all. It was a slow process and my mom seemed completely unphased by it but 5-6yr old me was bawling my eyes out as I was unable to do anything but watch her gather into a beige puddle of goo on the floor next to me. I woke up still crying.
*2)* The Tasmanian Devil had died, his entire family (from that one cartoon nobody remembers) was mourning him inside a pyramid and he was covered in a white sheet.
But Tas suddenly rose from the platform he was laying on and started chasing family while still covered in the white sheet, they were terrified.
And please note that when the Tasmanian Devil was chasing them, he wasn't hovering like a ghost or doing his trademark tornado spin of violence. Just stumbling about the way you'd expect someone covered in a sheet.
Then, as if someone switched the TV channel, it suddenly cut to the castle in the beginning of Snow White and then I woke up.
AND THEN I WAS MEDUSA! AND WROTE THIS!
The dreams I remember are bad, in that they're bad at being nightmares. When I was little, I dreamed that I was being attacked by a Ghostbusters marshmallow man, and he caught me. And as I'm fighting for my life, he changes into a godzilla costume and switches the soundtrack on the record player. Still scared the crap out of me.
Another notable dream was one I had in my early thirties. I was ghost hunting in an abandoned prison. The ghost appeared behind me on the catwalk, so I turned around and whipped my utility knife at it. The ghost was glow in the dark paint on a wool blanket. I just slumped my shoulders and woke up.
Really great video, it reminds me of the time that Hum num num, I’m gonna get you.
once during a dream, i saw people that i knew from one or maybe multiple previous dreams. i didnt remember them when i was awake, but when i was asleep the memories came back to me, and i knew who they were. i felt happy that i remembered them, it felt like reuniting with old friends. it felt like "how could i ever forget about you?".
thats all i remember. i guess i forgot again.
My dreams don't usually involve specific monsters (besides my yearly zombie dream), although there is one exception.
I was about 13 at the time. In the dream, I was just looking out the window of my house when I saw this mud man with purple rune-like etchings in it. It was standing completely still, but I freaked out because I knew that by looking at the mud man it would now hunt me down and kill me (think reverse Weeping Angel). My family was getting ready to have dinner, so I ran into the dining room to ask for help. At this point the mud man had entered the house. My family were annoyed with me and didn't take my fear seriously, chastising me for doing something so stupid. Just before the mud man grabbed me, however, my mom made a piece of toast and slathered butter on it and made me eat it, explaining that this was the only way to stop the mud men. However, it only worked once, so if I looked at it again there was no hope for me.
Since I was no longer about to die, my dad told me to hurry up and sit down for dinner, but the mud man was standing directly in front of my seat at the table and I accidentally looked at its foot. It started slowly coming after me again, backing me into the basement, while my family prepared to eat and complained about me not listening to them. I woke up just before it grabbed me, but I had to walk to school that morning and outside looked exactly like it did in the dream.
I’m a major thanatophobe and had just finished listening to obsolete by Chuck Palahniuk so my subconscious decided to torment me.
I was with my mom, just kind of walking around when a guy and girl in white outfits (polos, pants, hat, shoes) approached us. They told me that the next time I fell asleep I would die. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but I’ve never been good at that so I eventually nodded off. When I woke up I was in some suburb, it seemed sort of fake like a movie backdrop, and the two people were there. They told me that this was heaven and they were angles. I couldn’t really go anywhere, when the backdrop they called heaven ended I was physically unable to move any further and all that I saw was black outside of it. Somehow I managed to temporarily escape and crawl back into my own body, it was rotting, my eyes were gone, and my jaw just sort of hung open, but I was alive, sitting in a chair at my own funeral. I begged my parents to not bring me back to the angels, and eventually they agreed, but the angels found me anyway. They put me on some sort of trial to decide if I should go to hell or not, hell had the same small set feel as heaven but there was a line of fire. They eventually agreed that I could go back to heaven and told me I should be grateful that they were being so nice to me.
Hum num num, I'm gonna get you!
one time i had a nightmare i was watching one of those TH-cam channels that summarise myths. the subject was early 1800s midwest american folklore and a weird spiky green dog (which i'll abbreviate SGD) that when looked at fills people with the urge to eat it. what sucks is that eating one would not only kill the consumer but, would make the SGD reproduce. The video later showed them spreading across the entire continental united states. the worse part was that i somehow knew to take it as fact.
I can also nope out of nightmares some times. My partner often has bad dreams and I often wish I could share this ability with her or at least pop into her dreams to help her get through it. I think it could make for a fun story too. A savvy lucid dreamer learns how to pop into their friend's nightmares, but this doesn't necessarily give them the abilities to defeat or vanish them. Maybe one of the nightmare creatures figures out that if the friend was able to come into their realm, maybe they could do the same and become a dream-hopping monster.
The scariest dream I ever had was the one where I was drowning in a frozen lake and couldn't actually breathe in real life.
It went like this: I was in a forest that I knew I'd never actually been in real life but seemed familiar to me and was walking down a trail. It was cold and snowy out. Something that looked like a fox but not quite right jumped out of the bushes. Its eyes were all weird and glowy. For some reason I knew it shouldn't be there and that made me really mad so I tried to chase it, but it was always just ahead of me. Without realizing, I had run out onto a frozen lake and before I knew what was going on, the ice gave way underneath me and I fell through a hole and into the water. I was drowning and I couldn't breathe. I saw something looking down at me from the hole and it had the same eyes as the fox. It was keeping me from moving and I just kept drowning/sinking.
I woke up after that and was all sweaty & cold. What had happened was that while I was asleep, one of my pillows had flopped over and covered my face, which kept me from breathing. I realized that if I hadn't woken up, I might have stopped breathing. Naturally, I couldn't get back to sleep after that.
Me before I get you: *"Om nom nom, I'm going to get you!"*
Me after I get you: *"Finally some good f_cking food."*
the earliest nightmare i can remember is one about a creek behind my house (which isn't there) that i walked down to and was immediately swallowed by what looked like a big yet stubby grouper with muted browns and greens that jumped out of the water at the speed of a cheep cheep in a mario game. the dream also had a shader like an RE game. i think i was 2 or 3
I’ve had this constant recurring dream of like this gas station, in the middle of nowhere, but there’s like a ramp leading downwards into a mysterious door sized for a semi truck. It’s always raining in this dream, there’s an absurd amount of neon lights covering the building (like strangely cyberpunk in its appearance) and there’s a strange sense of dread that accompanies every action. I never go into the station, I just wait for a car that never comes.
“Hum-num-num I’m gonna get you!”
I used to have a lot of nightmares where something would be following me while I was out with a group of friends, and no matter what, nobody else but me would notice it, because nobody could *see* it following us. The only reason I knew was because I could *sense* it, just out of the corner of my eye, and from very far away. I was extremely nervous about it’s presence, but couldn’t bear to bring it up with the rest of the group because I always felt like I was a newish friend and didn’t want to make a bad impression with these new friends by telling them a monster was following us. I had these dreams frequently in my mid twenties, and I think the social awkwardness of being an adult claiming there was a creature stalking behind us going “hum num num, I’m gonna get ya” would just be too embarrassing to fess up to.
when i was a kid i used to have this recurring nightmare that Big Bird was running around the building i lived in eating all my friends. it always started with me implicitly knowing that this was what he was doing, and that he was just around the corner. the dream would start with me exiting my room into the hallway, and slowly walking down the hallway until i reached the corner, and then Big Bird would turn the corner and look me directly in the eye for several seconds before i woke up.
The worst nightmare entity that haunts me is one i have never actually seen.
Its mere existence and the pospect of it getting closer fills me with so much dread that my body has trained itself to force itself awake before it gets to me.
The one time i didn't wake myself up fast enough i woke up with my whole body locked up paralysed with nothing but the thought "It knows where i am now" echoing over and over in my mind with the picture of a blurry, staticky figure standing over my bed, with the vague proportions of a humanoid.
It took like 5 minutes for my muscles to relax and my breath to calm down. I have never felt such utter complete dread and fear before or after in my entire life. It felt like the universe was about to end. I didn't even feel this terrified when i learned the sun would explode one day as a child.
When i was younger i had another horrible dream.
I was very scared of the dark as a kid, so my parent got me a nightlight.
So, in the dream i just woke up in the middle of the night needing to go to the toilet. I climbed down from my bed and went to my door, which was right next to my glowing, green nightlight.
I opened the door and behind it i just saw a GIANT face, taking up the entire door frame, its eyes were staring at me unblinking and its mouth was stretched into a grotesqe, toothy smile. It looked a bit catlike too.
And the only thing lighting up the face was the damn green nightlight.
I once had a dream where I was on a college campus in some small town, and there was only me and this one cop guy who would constantly run up to me, engage me in New-Vegas-style dialogue, and say really manipulative things to me like, “don’t you want to help me with my investigation?” Eventually, this cop guy kept stalking me an eventually kidnapped me and took me to a random iceberg in Canada where the government was growing some giant monster that was a cross between a moose and a shark. After the cop guy and his friends threw a box of kittens in the creature’s living hole to make sure the beast was awake, they cackled and threw me in there as well
I once had a reccuring nightmre as a little kid where I was in the middle of a void and there was this big cubic structure that had a staircase leading into it and on the inside there was a few tables (those sorta Krusty Krab lookin’ ones that only have one leg) and a big slide that lead outside of the cube. I was always being chased by something, and would have to run up the stairs, through the cube, down the slide, and around the outside of the cube on loop for the full 8 hours I was asleep. A few times, I remember being able to make my way under one of the tables in order to hide, but I knew what was chasing me would figure out I wasn’t going through the loop anymore and hunt me down, so I always had to start running again. I remember once there was a lever under the table that I pulled and the slide entrence went down to reveal a big room behind it, but I was too scared to go through, so whatever was chasing me got there first, and I don’t remember what was there, but I remember being so scared (and I think jealous?) that I didn’t get it. I think it was a robot or something, because I remember it sharply turning directly towards me with bright red eyes right before I woke up.
In other news, I also once had a dream that was literally just a still image of an island and nothing else. It was sorta sandy, I think it has some palm trees, not the most realistic island, sorta how a kid draws an island with it basically just being a semicircle.
I often have nightmares where I get shot or stabbed or otherwise killed repeatedly in looping dreams while running from something, but I weirdly enjoy these more than the emotionally scarring ones.
One of the more recent nightmares I can remember is from a few years back. Basically, I had gone on this submarine with this research team to an overcast tropical island. What we were doing is trying to prepare the island for colonization or something because this entire thing had a late 1800s imperialism kind of feel to it, so think Bram Stoker's Dracula level of technology. I remember my job on this island was to take these polaroids of different landmarks on this island and after a while of snapping pictures, I made my way to this gigantic gnarled tree in the center of this island. I took a picture and what I saw really got to me. There was this figure looking at me from in front of the tree, and while it was human, it appeared to look almost like it was made of static or some kind of shadowless light gray material, almost like it was an empty hole in reality. The only thing distinguishable about it was this single red eye in the very middle of its face, which was doubly weird because these photos were in black and white. And at the bottom of the polaroid, albeit still in the frame of the photo, were these ethereal floating words that said something like "I found you" that right after I read them faded away out of the photo. After this, a couple of other monsters started showing up, such as a terrifying creature wearing a mask that looked like a gutted pig head and a dark shadowy figure with white eyes that you could only ever see peeking out at you from behind things before it would duck out of sight, but that one static entity filled me with the most dread out of all of them and even looking back on it, it still freaks me out.
While not the scariest nightmare I've had, its the one with the most overt monsters within it.
The only “nightmare” that I had was the following:
I was in a castle room with no windows and three pillars I was being chased by the “woe strider” from Magic The Gathering (a skeletal man with elongated legs and arms and a face made out of purple light), I knew that if he were to catch me he would rip out my soul, I was scared útil he started to move, because it moved like a jpeg of the creature floating in my direction faster than my walking speed, but lower than my running speed.
Than out of nowhere a table appeared and it had 5 of my high school friends with their faces removed for a smooth faceless skin, atop the table was a pink birthday cake and there was one unused chair at the head of the table closest to the cake.
They talked to me telepathically in unison “sit and enjoy the cake, you’re running out of time”, since I had realized that it was a dream when the woe strider jpeg beast started running towards me, but still couldn’t wake up I sat a the table and allowed the beast to catch up to me.
Then everything turned to mist the castle the monster and my friends, I was turned into a hollow from dark souls 3 and put upon the top of a building of a post apocalyptic city overgrown with vegetation with a friendly hollow, we then did parkour to e cape a giant metal Kaiju and the dream ended when the metal beast came close to our location.
As a child I used to have this incredibly surreal recurring nightmare. I could never remember the details well. The best way that I could describe it is: What if you were balancing on an infinitely long tightrope in the sky, but with gravity reversed. So you constantly feel like you're going to fall, while you're forced to keep walking on the rope (it was more of an abstract line than a rope). The gravity reversal didn't apply to the "rope" or your feet so I wasn't actually falling I was just kind of stuck there. It gave me a strange cocktail of emotions. I felt scared and dizzy because I felt like I was upside down, but I was completely sure that I would be stuck in that position for eternity. It's this strange combination of feeling like you can break free (by just falling) but also that you can't do anything but keep walking. I wasn't afraid of falling it was just that strange feeling of being trapped in a completely empty space. It's what I imagine a three-dimensional being would feel if it got stuck in a two-dimensional world.
After a while I stopped having the dream but then it started invading my other dreams. Like I would be having a normal dream and then that dream would just pauze and I would get this immense feeling of dread and discomfort. It was like the dream added another layer on top of the regular dream. It was still there but it was pauzed and I couldn't interact with it anymore.
Eventually it just stopped happening. The last time I got it was a few years ago, and I felt more surprised and excited than scared because it was so long since I had felt that emotion.
I was no stranger to nightmares as a kid, and I remember quite a few of them.
One that stuck to me is the one where I was at the public pool we'd go to with my family every wednesday, and I was enjoying myself like normal, until I start noticing the water overfloating of the pool was not going in the gutter around the pool as usual, because it was full. At that point I understood the room would quickly be entirely underwater and I had to get out of here before drowning. Unfortunately, the time it took me to look for my family it was already too late, and I found myself desperately swimming towards the exit door, but I didn't make it and I woke up before drowning. I still had a fun time at the pool the next wednesday though.
I had a funny one years later, as a teenager. I think because I had so many nightmares my brain started to have this weird strategy where everytime I would be in a life-threatening situation, I would know I'm in a video game, so if I died, I'd just respawn. So one time I'm in an underground parking lot where I have to beat different bad guys trying to kill me in a short amount of time in order to get to the "next level" and beat the game to get out of here. After I'm done with one of them and as I keep walking throught the parking lot, a tense and stressful music starts playing and I think "Ah, that's a boss fight music" so I take a peek at what's waiting for me and I see two very buff guys, one with a baseball bat with nails on it, and one with a cinder block attached to a metal chain he's turning around. The funny thing is when I saw that I was like "nope, you know what? I'm done actually" and I just turned around and left, and I woke up soon after.
Damn, I always assumed dreams within dreams were just fiction
Man, I wish they were. XD
thankfully, mine are usually just a perpetual waking up for a bit. like I'll be half a wake hallucinating turning of my alarm and checking my phone for a few minutes before I realized my alarm was still going off and I hadn't even turned over.i don't know how I'd cope with a Neverending nightmare
“”Hum num num I’m gonna get you”” 44:29
Whoa, We Are Not Alive origin story
Most of the nightmares I've can remember from recently are kind of generically scary/sleep paralysis and not worth going into. I have had some crazy dreams that I can remember when I was younger, though I can only remember bits of them because of how long it has been. Probably not worth doing a full vid on them, but I'll try to recall as much as I can.
The first dream has me awakening in a strange and unfamiliar room with my siblings. Something was going on outside. I'm not sure what, but I just intuited that bad things were happening just outside of the window. Thankfully, the blinds were still closed. This is the part where things get particularly hazy, but I remember the room, which was once sort of an off-yellow (kind of like the backrooms) turned a bright glowing read as my dad went outside and someone (I don't remember who) opened the window. Outside looked visually similar to a videogame I played a lot during my childhood called Spawn: The Eternal. Specifically the low-res, greyish, blocky textures from the early levels. I think some velociraptors jumped into our room after that?
The second dream was, for me a bit scarier. Probably more generic though. It was the first experience with sleep paralysis that I can remember. I remember going to sleep and "waking up" in my room. The light was still on, but my brother had gone to sleep. I was a bit annoyed, but I figured I'd get up and turn the light off myself. That was the exact moment I felt the air get sucked out of my body. I couldn't move and panic started to set in (this is probably why the dream took a such a dramatic and dark turn). I remember shortly after this, I saw the light switch off by itself as my bedroom door flung open. There was a dark silhouette that floated from the doorway to my still-paralyzed body. I think it looked like a girl, but I can't be sure. I recall it having, I think, pale green skin. It sort of spoke backwards at me, some incomprehensible, though terrifying, gobbledygook. After this point, I only remember the dream in a sort of pen & ink artstyle if you can call it that where I was isolated with this entity. Everything else fell away from reality at that moment. I do remember a white circle that enclosed around us too. That's about all I can remember, but this was a bit of a traumatizing incident for me.
I don't actually have nightmares, only really strange dreams that seem normal in the moment. I usually look back upon waking and utter a single "what the fuck" before going about my day.
I have a really weird thing in that I sometimes have really vivid dreams about normal conversations I want to have and don't realize they are dreams until I refer to the person I talked to in the dream about our conversation, they of course have no idea what I'm talking about.
Sometimes it's really scary, it feels like I can't trust my memories and by extend parts of myself
I had a nightmare a few years ago. I remember it very vividly, but I'll try and give you the short version.
Basically, I was a detective hired to investigate a cult. The cult's compound had swimming pools everywhere. Then the guy who I had never met before, who I was also supposed to save got tortured and killed in front of me.
To wrap it up, it was my turn to die, on a beach, looking over the sunset. Though I was saved when I was brought to a realm, I guess? There, I felt a being who was so powerful that the only comparison I could think of was Azathoth. Which felt like bacteria in comparison to this, presence that I felt.
I was so scared when I woke up shortly after taking all that in. I felt shaken for the rest of the day. Sorry for long this is. I hope I was able to convey it well enough.
I've been having nightmares a lot more often these days, but there are two that stick with me harder than any other. The first came about from when I was in elementary school; there was no central nightmare monster in this one, just me, curled up on the ground in my underwear and being laughed at by everyone. None of these people had any recognizable faces or voices to me, and now that I've gotten older and have a better grip on my life, this hasn't really ever come up since then, but harsher variations have appeared as I learned more about the world.
The second dream is a bit stranger in that it weirdly managed to get a VR game made for it. I think this was also back in elementary school as well but I can't remember for certain, I was watching my very first Godzilla movie on tv with my dad and when I went to sleep that night, I dreamt that Godzilla or some vague look-a-like was in the downtown area where I lived at the time. I was in the backseat of my parent's car and the giant monster looked like it was at least a few miles away from us (I didn't have a good sense of distance at the time). I felt every step it took reverberate out towards us, the tremors sending utter chills up my spine. The entire time I was afraid it would turn its head and look right at us, but it never did thankfully. I would have similar dreams like this a few more times, sometimes with the monster closer and other times further away.
By the way, the VR game in question was made for the Shin Godzilla movie released in like 2016 I think. It managed to be scarier than any of my nightmares and of course the design for Godzilla was more nightmarish than I could have possibly conjured up. That all being said, Godzilla's since become a sort of comfort thing for me and for anyone interested, here a link to footage of the VR game on TH-cam.
th-cam.com/video/r-dqHHrzawo/w-d-xo.html
when i was young I dreamt that everything in my house, including the house, was made of melting skin, and my mum, who was wearing a dressing gown I had never seen was insisting it had always been this way and that I was being the strange one. i knew she was lying because somehow I knew the dressing gown was sentient and malicious, but I still spent the entire thing uncertain of myself.
I don't remember leaving that comment (except I totally do and im very happy. This is exactly what I needed during a sick day)
There was a period in my life that I would fairly frequently dream I was being chased by something, only I didn’t know what I was being chased by, and whenever I tried to stand my legs wouldn’t be strong enough to carry me so I had to slowly crawl, and somehow I would always make decent distance but it was never enough.
Bro the human subconscious is worse than ai
When I was maybe 4 or 5 I had a very elaborate dream where I found an unknown video game on my shelf, played it, and brought the main character to life. He was purple and had the body shape of Mr. Krabs, but with no eyes, and his voice was like a person with a Brooklyn accent holding their nose. He then dragged me into his world where several scientists were trying to kill him in unconventional ways like slicing him up with saw blades and drowning him in acid, none of which worked. Every time he reformed himself the scientists would look at each other like "We are so fucked" The whole while he's just complaining and asking what we're doing in his stupid voice. I couldn't sleep for weeks.
Some videos can take you to an unfamiliar place, a fantasy wonderland, a cramped spaceship, but when I watch Diregentlemen I Am Home.
I must've been about 4/5 years old, staying at my grandmother's place when I had this one.
I had "woken up" from another dream and felt compelled to look out the second floor window of my room, only to see a bush from across the street suddenly and rapidly move towards the house. In a panic, knowing that this bush wanted to hurt me, I started to run to my grandmother's room only to find that the house had been over run with various insects, vines, and other hostile flora. I sprinted, narrowly avoiding the vines and centipedes clawing at my heels and managed to make it into my grandma's room, screaming in terror for her to wake up as the various plants and bugs closed in on me.
I woke up in a dead panic just before they caught up to me. I feel like the next few years brought me a lot of nature-based nightmares, but this is the only one that felt even slightly comprehensible.
I used to have nightmares regularly by the time of middle school/start of high school. They were always the same 3-4 on repeat, and I could tell which they were before the "bad stuff" even happened in them. But no matter what, I couldn't avoid the situations that made me (probably) die in those nightmares.
Except, eventually I managed to get out of the supernatural life-or-death situation I was in in one of them: literally, because I actually managed to leave my house in that nightmare and made it to the space just outside, where a brand new "puzzle" was ready for me to stumble upon it.
I say puzzle, because that nightmare didn't immediately start as terrifying, it was just a time restriction to do *something* successfully before something bad happened. When I failed and the bad stuff happened, that's when it was actually scary.
Nonetheless, I managed to get onto the next "stage" of this nightmare after another attempt, and there was yet another situation ready to be solved.
Unfortunately, I stopped having nightmares as frequently shortly thereafter, and I never managed to stumble upon that "narrative" again.
It's very interesting though, how my nightmares seemed to be divided in something like videogame stages, and that more were right around the corner if I happened to succeed on one. It almost feels like they were there the whole time, even when I was failing the first stage, which begs the question of how, why and what created them while I wasn't even looking, because that's what a dream is usually all about: perceiving things from your own perspective.
I had a dream a few years ago about what started out as an airplane trip but then I was suddenly was in a laundry place but the all the washing machines were filled with ice cream and me and some other people had to get into them and sit while they spined . I remember being filled with dread because I knew being in the machine would turn me into this cookie person that I found disturbing for for some reason.
One weird section of a dream I had that's stuck in my head that i think was at least unsettling enough to count here started with me entering some large bright red brick building. There was a staircase right near the opening that I was drawn to and with zero hesitation decided to walk up quickly ending up at a walkway.
I went to my right and saw an industrial looking elevator platform thing and decided to get onto it. It instantly started to rise once I stepped on and everything turned black like a video game screen transition. Once my vision returned I was inside a large gymnasium and saw there were other people. A number of normal looking adults(who were completely pale like an old washed out photograph) were all standing against a wall while a group of children(with the same old photograph coloration) wearing white animal masks with black void eye holes chased eachother around playfully but didn't make any kindve sound.
I walked towards the group and a loud train whistle blared to which the group all instantly stopped moving and headed directly towards a set of doors the adults were standing near. (1/2)
(2/2)
I followed after them all as they went through the door and expectedly ended up at a train station with a very old fashioned looking train waiting for people to get on. I followed everyone on and avoided eye contact with the passengers as I made my way to a seat, keeping my head low as a felt if anyone saw my face something bad would happen. Unsure of where I was I asked a lady near me where the train went and she said in a calm voice "This is the train to the Afterlife." While that's a shocking thing to hear I wasn't really concerned for some reason until a stewardess(?) came and was collecting signatures from all the passengers. She eventually reached me and handed me the paper and a pen. I just stared at the paper as fear overcame me. I knew if I signed my name I would die so I got up and just bolted out of the train and instantly ended up back at the gym once I stepped off.
There was another group of adults and masked children who ignored me as I made my way back to the elevator. As I got back on a single child who had separated themselves from the group stared me down as I got on the elevator and simply just waved goodbye at me. I waved back and made my descent as the same pitch black vision transition returned until I returned to the previous walkway and stepped off. As I made my way to the stairs there was a group of people coming up who stopped and all stared at me. Realizing they were asking for directions, I pointed them to the elevator and they all walked past me and quietly made their way to it, some passing through me as tho they no longer acknowledged my presence.
When they were all gone I quickly ran back to the elevator for some reason but in its place was just a brick wall and I simply went back down the stairs and left. It was such a weird surreal experience that wasn't scary but unsettling to a degree and I still remember it especially when the topic of dreams comes up.
I actually had my first recursive dream recently
It started as a corrupted version of the room I was sleeping in (yellow walls, less clutter, slightly darker) but there was this painting, the best way I can describe it is monochrome starry night, that caused distress and false awakenings as I got close to it..
It was about for or five cycles before I actually woke up, and each time the feeling from the painting got stronger, as the room got darker..
This was a few months ago, and I still vividly remember that painting, but thinking about it isn't as unsettling now.
Not really a nightmare but when I was younger probably around 8-13 I used to lucid dream a lot but I wouldn’t be dreaming and realize it’s a dream I would just get really tired and feel myself fall asleep while my mind stayed conscious it was a really weird almost painful sensation
It was only years later that I found out that that’s not how most lucid dreaming is supposed to work
I will insult the next cloud I see.
#wearenotalive
Imma start with the goofy ones I've had, then slowly go down to the creepier and possibly more existential ones.
Dream 1 ("The snakes"):
This one is from when I was really, really young, probably around 4 to 6, I remember just chilling in my house, when tons of massive snakes the size of trains ran through it and destroyed it all, it ended with a shot of the snakes constantly slithering over the house, with the house being nothing but grass now. (If there is any symbolism I'd say it'd be a fear or narcissists, however I am partially afraid of snakes due to the dream.)
Dream 2 ("The forbidden tree")
This one is more early, essentially my mom got some weird tree in a clay pot from some thrift store or nursery, it had fruit of entirely varying kinds, most fruit being from different species of trees, like plums, or peaches, the tree itself was small and it was more thick than it was tall, it's bark also had the texture of plastic, and the look of polished wood, during the dream my mom also did a trip to the grocery store, and brang back a bag of garlic, because I was going to put the bag of garlic in the fridge I was carrying it, then she came in with the tree, which caused me to place the garlic near the tree as I got distracted by the tree, the tree then melted into a pile of disgusting mush that smelled horrible, like sulfur and rotting chicken, in which I then dumped the tree off the porch because it was rotten, it then entirely regrew and grew bigger than the house, consuming it, the dream ended with me and my mom contemplating its size. (I believe the garlic melted the tree because it was "Unholy", in a sense.)
Dream 3 ("The table that scratches")
This one is also pretty old, and starts with me being in a dark hallway, looking into a room that has a table in the middle of it, with a window shining moonlight inside in the back, the table itself has glass on the top and has rounded edges and is made out of polished wood, something notable however is that even though there was glass on the top, it was entirely dark underneath it, like a void nested bellow, I remember walking towards the table and looking down at it, noticing that when looking into the glass all I could see was black, then I got grabbed by whatever was under the table, which it then started tickling me with many unseen hands, then scratching then ripping through my flesh. (I believe I had this dream because when my grandma was alive she tickled me a lot, I didn't like it too much, so maybe the negative emotions as little as they were, caused this dream.)
Dream 4 ("The black rat")
This one is pretty new but came before dream 2, essentially I was in my room, then I saw a rat, it was pitch black, the rat was running around my room, crawling on every surface it could, I kept repeating the phrase "The black rat" over and over again as I saw it, with fear mounting as it got closer and closer, once it did eventually start touching me, the fear was paralyzing, it wasn't fear anymore, it was terror, then I woke up. (I have no idea what this dream could possibly mean, if it even has a meaning, but due to it I am now deeply afraid of wild house rats.)
Dream 5 ("The lost cat")
This one is pretty old, but also a bit new, older than dream 4, and dream 2, but younger than all the rest of the dreams, it starts with me being in some sort of "cabin" that's inside has a look like a room in a video game with pitch gray walls that are untextured and plastic like, I remember going out for firewood and coming back to see my long lost beloved cat in the corner of my house, he was just sitting in the corner staring at the wall, when I got close to him, my view went from first person to more like a scene, as my vision kept moving around and taking shots around my cat, as he started spinning his head in circles while screaming and meowing, I woke up in a cold sweat and utter fear. (My belief is that this dream was caused by my stress and trauma of lost and killed pets, including that specific cat, it also shaped my likings of horror.)
"Dream" 6 ("The shifting orange")
This one is the oldest dream I can remember, I believe I even saw it when I was born, however I'm very uncertain that I did, the first variation of this "dream" was when I think I was born, and it was just something similar to what you see when you close your eyes, shifting colors with the main one being of light orange, it felt as if I was flowing down slowly on my back in a warm river with sunlight beaming on my body, all I felt was bliss and all I knew was non-existence.
Variation 2 however was far later in my life, I ended up having a seizure like I typically did in my youth, there were 2 peppers in the void of orange this time, a red pepper, and a green pepper, they were talking to eachother and they were in a cartoon like form, the most I remember about them in my dream is them saying "Hey red pepper", and "Hey green pepper", in a stereotypical spanish accent. (I believe the peppers were made up in my brain in attempt to cope with the unbearable size of whatever it was seeing, or a hallucination from my seizure.)
Variation 3 is a remanent of what used to be, the shifting orange still appears every now and then when I try to sleep sometimes, and I physically can't sleep when it happens because when it does I am filled with a feeling that feels like "Unbearably big, but unbearably small.", but now my mind has the image of a massive yet small tooth as a coping thing for it, whenever it happens it feels like the feeling extends into my jaws and teeth. (I believe this is what's left of the seizures I've had in my youth, still coming back partially in old age, but lessening due to growth, also it could be that the idea of non-existence is fading away in my mind as I grow older.)
All 3 of these variations have caused tons of anomalies in my mind, and have changed my perception of reality on a fundamental level, even possibly causing dissociation in some parts of my life, other than that, they don't have much effect on me.
I believe that if you think in the physiological and medical way it is a hallucination caused by my early age seizures, that has gotten to a point of extreme delusion or major memory alteration, but if I take it on the existential and/or spiritual way, I believe it could be remnants of what I felt in the void of non-existence, as it shows ideas and feelings of eternal knowledgeless bliss and existence without a form.
I had a dream my dad was shot with a beam and turned into a Dragon Ball style ten eyed white demon
A dream that will always stick out to me happened when I was 8. I woke up under a tree surrounded by a seemingly infinite field of green grass and hills, I turn my head to see a girl in a frilly Victorian dress sitting next to me. We have a short conversation about something I can't remember when thunder roars in the distance, she tells me to follow her and we go up a staircase spiraling around the tree leading to a treehouse. It's surprisingly well furnished inside, about the size of a master bedroom. I sit on a loveseat and she tells me she'll get me something drink, while I'm sitting there I look out the window to see that it's raining frogs, some of which finding their way into the treehouse. She laughs and says "It's lovely, isn't it?". She hands me a mug of hot apple cider and puts on a record, I distinctly remember the song: Clarence "Frogman" Henry - (I Don't Know Why) But I Do (my dad always listened to music in the mornings in the room next to mine while he was working, so it was probably reality bleeding into my dream). She sits down next to me and we quietly sip our cider and watch the frog storm, and then I woke up.
For a while I tried to recreate that dream so many times because I loved that world so much, I hope that strange little Victorian girl doing well wherever she is.
One of my favorite nightmates I've had is one where I was hanging out with my friends in a victorian garden and they all exploded, and I had to find their scattered organs and put them back inside them correctly or they'd turn undead instead of coming back to life.
Most of the time I'm pretty good at doing what Addison described and just viscerally rejecting nightmares when they start and waking myself up, and the nightmares where I can't do that are all rooted in grief and feel too personal to share in a youtube comment... So I'll just second the plug for listening to Mayfair Watchers Society. I finally checked it out today and really enjoyed it! Keep it up guys 💙
I am very late and admittedly my nightmares are admittedly very cliché (yes I will analyze my own fears as if they were pieces of media you can't stop me) and the one I am about to share is quite generic but it was genuinely one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. It was the whole "dream inside a dream" trope exceot slightly horror coded. It started out with me just living out my day as usual not realizing I was dreaming, so far so normal. After that I was horrifically killed inside the dream, leading to me waking up inside my bed, however something was slightly off but I couldnt understand what, I checked my phone and got increasingly weirder notifications that slowly turned into nonsense at which point I realized I was dreaming. For some reason a dog appeared in my room and I tried to pet it but it just bit me multiple times and I slowly bled out and died. Once again I woke up in my bed, in my room. This cycle of me waking up and dying in graphic ways continued for what felt like hours maybe even days, each iteration was more and distorted than the last. Near the end there was an ever expanding complex of rooms, a maze of distorted places I've been to, my elementary school, my childhood house and a whole castle interior amongst other things. I knew what was coming and I tried to prevent it by hiding away, to no avail. The last incarnation was none like the rest. There were no hallways, it wasn't even my room. It was a bedroom, but it wasn't mine. Nothing happened here, peace at last as I woke up in cold sweat, I reached for my phone and turned on the flashlight and aimed it directly at my eyes as a mere act of confirming that it was finally over. I wasn't able to sleep for the rest of the night. This happened during one of the lowest points in my life where I just obsessed with the idea of my death so I guess that's where that concept came from. Another gem from this era includes me lying on the mossy floor of a forest, unable to move as there are maggots, ants, spiders and other creatures slowly eating and decomposing me alive
I had a weird dream just last night. It was snowy, and the local playground was replaced with this four floor high plastic nightmare. Padded flooring installed around a tree in the heart of it, plastic tubes you have to maneuver right or you would be trapped without air, slides that send you freefalling to the ground, windchimes haphazardly hanging from the tangled branches. It felt like it was designed by someone who only hypothetically knew what a playground was.
I don't remember why I decided to climb it, but at least I got to exprience it firsthand before it was blissfully erased.
The most terrifying (at the time) nightmare I've ever had was when I was 6 or 7. Literally all the whole dream was an anteater licking my face. Dunno why that was so scary, but it was bad enough that I ended up sleeping with my mom the rest of the night because I didn't want to be alone.
Also, I have so much envy for people who can lucid dream. Characters have said to my face "you are dreaming" on multiple occasions and I'll just carry on like everything is completely real. The closest I've gotten was a dream where I was walking on a gravel path with animal skulls floating past and the moment I realized I was dreaming I tripped on a rock and woke up.
For some reason when I was *very* young, like I couldn't have been older than 5, I had recurring nightmares involving the windows 7 operating system. Not any specific part of it, just the whole operating system, and it terrified me every time. I actually think I was dreaming about liminal spaces over a decade before they became popular. Like, for example, one time I had a really weird nightmare where I just sort of walked up to the computer in my parent's room, which ran windows 7, and it booted up and the standard windows 7 sound played, but for some reason the regular background also included just sort of a clipart png of a really angry bee with a large stinger, and for some reason both the completely normal sound and the slightly abnormal imagery terrified me enough that that dream is one of the few things that survived in my mind before I had long-term memory. I think it was also night outside and I was alone in the house for some reason, but the fact is nothing bad actually happened yet it was one of the scariest dreams I had in my early childhood.
My most occurring nightmares on variants of hitting the ocean or a lake or something in a car. Given how many overpasses across water there are where I live, it makes sense, but the interesting part is how one time. The car drove directly off a bridge that had broken off, and it just started bouncing and jumping like a shipping stone til we got back on the road, and this happened multiple times.