Sometimes I’ll go through half of a day in a dream- imagining conversations with other people going badly, screwing up in various catastrophic ways, etc.
Then there was that one when the fucking ninja cloaking asshole from the original F.E.A.R. shocked me out of my sleep. I literally did that “instant waking skills” thing you see in lots of hollywood dream sequences.
I haven’t really had them lately though. Dunno why.
I once had a nightmare that Slenderman was chasing me everywhere.
After that I started hallucinating. I still do.
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I don’t have nightmares very often. I’ve had sleep paralysis once though. Scary as hell. I woke up in the middle of the night not being able to move anything but my head (slightly) and I looked over and saw five or six people in shadows standing there looking at me. I tried to scream but couldn’t.
That must be terrible, good thing that has never happened to me. (I woke up motionless, not unable to move.)
I was going to post about a nightmare I had a while back but then I thought “Fuck it, it’s way too long to write about”
So here’s my other one: I was flying around my house on a bed into pitch black rooms with red eyes.
I had a dream recently. Not a nightmare as such but it still really disturbed me.
I lost a friend to cancer a few months ago and basically this dream was me and some friends standing around talking and he was there too, just standing next to us not moving or saying anything, just staring forwards, ignoring everything that was going on. Nobody but me seemed to notice him standing there and it really disturbed me when I woke up.
I used to have reoccurring dreams about a dark forest. The trees were all tall and thin, and there wern’t any leaves except for the tops, where the branches were full, but the leaves were all dead. Different stuff happened depending on my dream, and there was a thin road that had wrought iron, lampposts somewhere in there, though I only ever saw the road a few times.
I do consistantly dream about a certain bridge that I used to have to cross every day while growing up. It doesn’t matter how good or bad my dream is, or how sure footed I feel, I am almost certainly going to end up in the river way below. Either it’s a gust of wind, or the bridge falls apart, or it becomes to slippery and the guard rails dissapear, but I am almost always going to fall off of it.
Damn, so that is what that was. One level of my worst nightmare was like that, although now I really don’t know what to think about it, Sleep paralysis seems to occour in people who are awake?
So my worst nightmare that I can remember. I used to sleep in a camper trailer during the summer out at my grandparents place, and this is where my dream took place. My dream happened in levels, and I don’t totally remember what happened on each one, or which order they all came in. There were about five though, if I recall correctly.
I would “wake up” in different versions of the camper I was sleeping in, and along with a sense of unease, something would be off slightly. The first time I think it was something simple like there was no bathroom door. Enough that I eventually would realise that it was a dream, and try to wake myself up though. I would “wake up”, except that each time I woke up stuff got more wrong, and scarier. At one point I woke up and the sky was a glowing liquid of some kind, another I woke up unable to move with a massive black cat stalking up to my bed. The only other one that I remember was when I woke up, there was no light at all outside and the camper door was wide open. There were creatures howling outside, so I got up to shut the door, and as I reached out for it I heard something jump out of the invisible foliage right beside the door.
I don’t remember which one I actually woke up on, the Black cat or the open door. When I did wake up though, my lungs were completely empty, and it felt like I had just came up out of water. I do not ever want to experience that again.
I had a nightmare in which i was chased by a guy that looks like a rapist
That nightmare never finished tho, but I got sleep paralyzed in return
So I guess this is now the Nightmare general thread?
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Lucid dream is fun, no?
I remember a grand total of three dreams I’ve ever had, and only one of them was a nightmare. It’s the only nightmare I can ever remember having. Brace yourselves for this shit:
I was surrounded by complete pitch black, but still somehow lit. I could look down and see myself. Anyway, I was turning around and around, looking for anything that wasn’t just pitch blackness, and at one point I turned around and there was someone standing nose to nose with me, and they went, “BOO!” I woke up instantly with my entire body clenched up and just terrified. That’s a true story. I started laughing about four seconds later.
I think sleep paralysis only happens when you’re awake, there might be another name for it when you’re still asleep.
Sleep paralysis is pretty much you are physically awake but your brain is slow to catch up. Your brain paralyzes you while you’re asleep so you don’t act out what you’re dreaming about. So when your brain is lagging behind it hasn’t unparalized you. And also since your brain is still technically asleep it sees the environment that you’re sleeping in but it causes dreamlike hallucinations.
But even though I understand what it is it’s still fucking scary when you’re in the moment.
Never had sleep paralysis, if I wake up too fast though I usually feel like going back to sleep around 3pm for a couple of hours.
I’ve never had sleep paralysis or a lucid dream. It’s also been a while since I’ve had a nightmare.
Maybe I’ll try and force some lucid dreams, just to see what it’s like.
I think I’ve only had one lucid dream in my life and I’m not even sure if it was one. I mean from what I’ve heard lucid dreams happen when you become aware that you’re dreaming but I do that a lot and it still doesn’t become lucid. I’ll be like “This is a dream, now do x” but I won’t do it 
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I get sleep paralysis a lot, and it used to be okay, (if a little freaky), until this:
I sleep on my back on two fairly fluffy pillows that lift my head just high enough off of the bed that I am kind of looking forward, instead of straight up at the ceiling. One morning, a little after two, I wake up sleep paralyzed. My eyes can only open halfway, and I can’t move, or make any noise. My eyes slowly adjust as I wait to wake up completely. As they do, I realize I am not alone.
Standing in the doorway to the immediate right of my bed is a dark, human figure. Nothing remarkable, or particularly horrific about. But the fact that it’s in my room is disconcerting. You see, I lock my room thoroughly every night before I get in bed. And yet, it’s in. It’s in, and it’s watching me. Closely. Like it’s been there for a long time. If it wanted to, it could reach out from where it stood, and grab my foot with ease.
This thought occurs to me, and I draw in a huge, sharp breath to gasp, or yell, but when I try to cry out, all that comes out is a long hard exhale, kind of like a little hum through my nose. A whimper.
This is taking way longer than usual. Now the figure twitches just once- an unnatural sort of shiver and walks with decided urgency to the opposite side of my bed and stops. He’s standing right over me, but my eyelids won’t open enough. I can’t look up to see him. I can very clearly, however, see the silvery glint off of the knife in his right hand.
Abruptly, he lowers his face right into mine. I won’t waste any more text than I already have describing what he looked like, but know that at this moment I can recall every detail as if it were happening now. He wasn’t some hell beast, or demon, or anything like that. He was just a man. And he was very, very angry. His teeth were clenched HARD, and his brow was bent. All of a sudden, his knife raised out of my line of sight, and then plunged, directly into my gut. Hard. I swear to god, it felt in my mind like the mattress compressed underneath me and bounced back from the force.
At the same time that happened, I was entirely awake. My eyes tore open as far as they would go, and I loudly sucked down a lungful of air that would have shamed a drowning man. I balled both hands into fists above my stomach and pulled the air at the same, very specific place- one over the other- around the grip of a knife that wasn’t there. I bolted upright, and tore off my shirt with one hand, turned on the light with the other, and spent a solid minute inspecting my abdomen. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night.
I rarely have dreams I remember. But when I do, I remember them extremely clearly. In cases like this, I wish I didn’t.
Once, I had a really odd dream. My dreams tend to be very abstract, like once, I dreamed of a fat guy getting beat up by two police officers for trying to kill a toaster (I know, laugh as much as you want.), but once, I had this really weird dream.
I was in like some sort of abandoned house, but it looked like the one I was living in at the time, just abandoned, in ruins, etc. And on the walls, there was writing, it looked like spray paint writing. The writing was pretty disturbing, and almost satanic. There was a drawing of some sort of “thing” that had a VERY weird looking head, with glowing red eyes. I remember just looking at this thing, feeling terrified about it. Then, I felt this big rush of fear, and ran out of the house. That’s when I woke up. In sleep paralysis.
I remember opening my eyes, and looking forward. And that “thing” that was in the drawing was now in front of me. Except it looked real, like skin and everything, but it was still in darkness, with those red eyes. And then, it disappeared. Scary huh?
I hardly ever remember a dream or nightmare. I often wake up with that feeling that I had one, but I simply can’t recall what it was about.
The only one I remember vividly was when I was very young (like 7 or 8 or so). Nothing really happened, apart from me being at the bottom of a sewer, with a couple of mutant rats staring down at me from the hole above.
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