What's the scariest dream you have ever had?
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I dreamt there was a person at the side of my bed with a knife and he went to slit my throat. It played on my mind for months it felt to real
i was being eaten by a giant naval orange
I had a horrid dream about horses with no skin. You could see all their veins and muscle. yuk.
Getting married to that funny looking man with the odd nose from blue
This really doesnt sound scary but my heart was pounding and i woke up with a start. It was about chinese food, i was eating loads and loads of chinese food, i couldnt eat anymore but i had to keep eating for some unknown reason. then ..oooh i woke up feeling sooo ill and hot and odd! Thing is i like chinese food too, dont know why i'd dream about it though lol
I dreamt I was Winston Churchill Dressed in African Tribal Dress and was captured by the Germans during the second world war. Hitler was this fat black African with the same zeal he used to portray, only now he had me Winston buried up to my neck in the bunker he died in. There was a ritual with termites that was supposed to make me give them the secrets I didn't possess, but the bit that really scared me was the cut, from there into my reality. Don't know what happened or what it was about but it sh*t me up.
I was outside, and I looked up and saw these planes flying over head, then when I turned around I saw fire coming towards us so we turned and started to run, but there was fire coming from that direction,very fast so I dropped to the ground praying hard and just as the fire swept over us I woke up sweating profusly. I had to change my clothes, and get a glass of water. I think it was a nuclear explosion that I saw.
I had this dream when i was a teenager. It happened after I watched my grandfather's funeral on TV. So, yea, my bro-in-law and the rest of the family were talking in my apartment at night and suddenly I heard a gun shot. Apparently, no one else had heard it, so I ran outside w/ my bro-in-law and we found a dead body sitting of a old body that shot through the chest. And I just scream in my dream. Then after awhile, my family starts to hide in the basement (idk why). Then we get out, the police are already there and they were talking with my bro-in-law. Suddenly, a someone with a yellow car, who turns out to be the mayor of the city and takes his gun and starts shooting everyone like maniac. So, a bunch of people end up dying. and I am wounded and so is my bro-in-law. Then, someone attacks me..and i end up dying?..all i remember was that I was sweating like crazy that night. Strangely, everytime, I watch that cassette, I get dreams about death/murder.
**I started walking and i could just feel how messed up the night was, there was something about the way the air hung as if it rejected being in my lungs. something too still about the entire night. I thought i was alone...everything looked pretty dead and barren except for a really small wooded area that was ahaed of me..I walked towards it, i like woods anyway. and then i felt someone grab the back of my wrist and when i turned there was no one, i looked back and there weren't even any woods anymore. That was disappointing, they were somewhat comforting, so i just walked in the direction where they were before. I get there and all the sudden there's a huge cirlce of people around me, a few people i know, some that i know but not in person and some people i've never even met or seen before and they were all looking at me.needing something, needing my help and every single one of them had such an accusing stare- it wasn't glaring it was so much worse; they all looked at me like I Had no right to deny them help...like they needed me and that was going to have to be enough-
there were hundreds of *** people there wasn't anyway i could have helped them all. I think i was going insane, everytime i looked at them they threw their experiences into me, I felt what they'd gone through and it was *all* at the same time, and even just giving that to me wasn't enough they all expected more, more help than i was able to give and definatly more than i knew how to. It was so messed up, I saw things i never even wanted to see, the basic things you'd imagine from someone "in pain" , muurder, death, loss, rape...but there was so much more, so many different kinds of torture and all i coukld think was that "This is too much for any one person to even have to deal with any of the individaul aspects.how can i deal with all of them?" the people didn't care that they were killing me, that it was too much. and the things i saw...every kind of emotional and physical torment and then there was the knowledge that they would never be "normal" again, that they oculdn't be accepted as part of something they once took for granted- and it was all in me then. and i atoned for all of it...not even knowing how it was i was still breathing; and they still weren't absolved of everything and they all looked at me like it was my fault. And there was screaming and cries and adults suffering the kind of pain you tend to see more in children.children suffering things they never should have had to; and there was death outside of the circle, fire and broken corpses just laying around with fixed eyes. There were people *** eating one another, tearing and ripping at burnt flesh and their stares were more human than anything else. And one woman looked directly at me, with blood covering her face and arms and all her stare seemed to say was "do you think this is MY fault? do you think i want this solution?". And it was chaos.in a sense i would never dream of joking about; people were sacrficing themselves, their own children; in what seemed like complete belief that it would fix things. And the scene seemed kind of like genocide but (if you can imagine this without focusing too much on the oxymoron) it was less natural than that. Like who or whatever had started it not only didn't care that it was happening; but wasn't even letting it happen for their own ammusement either. And it wasn't a matter of belief...everyone was looking at me, expecting me to fix everything and i didn't know how to. and then i woke up.**
When I was running up and down the street searching for my dad.thought i kept seeing him from behind then when the person turned around it was a faceless person this happened on lots of people in the street...I woke up and was sooo out of breath where I was scared and i had been running from one person to the next and not being able to find my dad.
After my grandma died, I had a dream that I was walking into my dining room to set the table and everyone was there, my mom, my brother, my dad, and my grandpa. I walked back to the kitchen to grab a fork and as soon as I had it, I turned the corner again and there was my grandma (who I knew was dead) looking me in the face. I woke up after that.
Recently, I had witnessed my first shooting
outside a resturant a few weeks ago. The
reason it really shook me up was because
I was so close that I could of gotten shot, too.
So, one night after I came home from running
away, I dreamt I was the one getting shot instead
of vicitim that originally got shot. I heard the shots,
felt them, saw blood on me, and instantly thought
"well, I guess this is it..." and I blacked out.
Woke up, heart pounding.
Scary.
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One of my biggest fears is drowning...One night I had a dream that I was stuck underwater and when I woke up I was gasping for air because I had been holding my breath in my sleep.
when i used to wake up with my ex husband
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