A diary to be used by all... The Nightmare Diary

Nightmare directly linked to my first Old Hag. I’m in a cottage in the country side and I go to bed. I wake up and there is something wrong. I look out the window into the garden and see the trees twisted into faces. I decide to go and look around the garden. I go down a path between the trees and I hear shuffling and pig noises on either side but I carry on forward. I come to the end of the path and look on a hole in the ground with iron bars over the top, two of them bent out of position. At this point I remember about the Old Hag who used to live in the hole and run back along the path. The pig noises get louder and louder behind me as I run, screeching with excitement. As I leave the trees and run towards the cottage, I notice masked figures in black robes standing all around the garden. The squealing from the trees becomes angry and I run towards the back door. I try to open it but it’s locked. From the trees steps another smaller masked figure in black and she walks up the path towards me as I stand petrified in fear. As she reaches up to take of the mask, she squeals and snuffles in excitement. Right in my face, she takes off the mask and says “Chris, Chris, Chris. I’m here”. Then I am no longer afraid and I usually wake up. I’ve had this multiple times and it tears me to bits. I wake up and even though it ends well, ******** hell, its bad.

My little sister was lying in my bed, tucked in under a thick duvet. My dad slit her stomach open with a big knife.
She tried to scream but couldn’t, I guess her lungs had been cut aswell. She tried to move, but he held her down and tried to calm her by saying that it would all be over soon when all the guts fall out of the belly.
She could see that I was standing at the other side of the room watching.
I didn’t want to see this, it was too horrible, so I went into the bathroom and took a shower without turning the lights on.

The very worst dream I’ve ever had was when I was inside a dilapidated old mansion in my underwear, searching for loose change. I then transformed into a monster and killed these two kids that came inside. I then went into another room with a girl my age and raped her. Thankfully it was short-lived so I don’t remember much, but I do remember that I enjoyed it- and that’s what sickened me.

I personally think that it was spawned by my own deep fear that, if I ever did anything like that, I’d enjoy it.

A recurring theme in many of my ND’s is fear. I have morbid dreams, and usually I’m being hunted down by a homocidal maniac (which changes each time). I’ve been having these dreams since I was 3 years old! Something almost always dies in my dreams, and it’s usually people – for instance, cannibals in some of my dreams eat other people in my dreams. I recall a dream where these hillbilly cannibals were trying to feed me and my brother human meat at a picnic table in the middle of desolate wasteland. But then I flew away.

With the murderers after me, I’m usually screaming for help but nothing but a coarse whisper comes out – and I wake up with a soar throat and a rapid heartrate.

Once, the cannibalism and the murders were combined: a homocidal cannibal was after me and my parents were watching, but they wouldn’t help me.

I feel rather helpless in many of these dreams, but sometimes I can fly away – really slowly. And the location always changes, usually places I’ve been to but not always.

(I think I need to post this in my dream diary)
Well, about a few months ago I had one of the scariest dreams I’ve had in a while. I’m not prone to nightmares and they’re as rare as a patch of gray hair on my head.
I was in this cocoon-like thing and I remember the walls of it on the inside was like a yellow earwax. It was like a little maze but without an exit and as I began to get desperate I realized that the only way I was going to get out was if I clawed my way out. On the outside of the wax it turned gray and resembled a candle. Then it was the freakiest thing: one moment I’m clawing through wax and the next it’s like freakin’ aliens that had died. Their bodies were wax -like and were really icky. I finally got out and I looked around. The little alien island was surrounded by a bottomless pit and other alien islands. I began to jump from island to island but began to realize there wasn’t any real long strip of land.

I was dreaming this mostly in third person…This dream was like watching a movie, it was building suspence. Axl rose was in high school he was on a school bus, and had fallen asleep in the back of the bus. A boy toward the front of the bus reaches into his back back, and pulls out a gun, and starts shooting people. Another boy was cheering him on. I kept thinking “Damn Axl wakeup, and kick this guys ass”, but Axl was still sleeping. Then the boy with the gun walks up to the boy who was cheering him on, and puts the gun up his nose, and pulls the triger. The boy was still alive, and told the guy with the gun to shoot him in the eye, because he wanted to see how it felt. The boy who was shot gets off the bus, in a ocean, and swims to his house. When big sliding glass door falls on him, and cuts him in half. Then Im talking to Axl in the present time, and I ask him if that really happaned, and he said yes. This dream was pretty disturbing. Ill have to analize it, Im pretty sure Axl who was the hero Archetype of the dream represented depression. Ive only had a few dreams with Axl rose in it, but Ive allways related his songs to depression sence Ive read interviews about him having bipolar depression. (Estranged got me through some tough times) It was a cool nightmare, but damn scary.

Most of my nightmares that are reoccuring involve caskets… In this one Im in a funeral home, and there are caskets everywhere. Im feeling realy creeped out. I go into this one room, and everything is black including the caskets. Something starts moving inside the casket, and I run outside to get away, but in the yard there are more caskets, but the people inside them are alive. I walk up to one of them, and he is in the casket talking to other people in caskets. He has a golden arm. I ask him what he is doing, and he says… “Oh were just waiting to die” Then he screams at me.
Oh great now Im probley going to have a nightmare tonight.
If nightmares make you stronger in the waking life, you can call me Iron man.

… ^^~ I don’t know if this was a nightmare… but it was certainly a more frightening dream-- alarming is a better word…

I was in my house-- then when I looked out the window, I saw a moose. And it was giving birth infront of the driveway.
I wanted to make sure nothing attacked it-- besides that, I enjoyed watching nature.

My father and sister warned me not to go out.

I steppped outside, and a horse came our of nowhere, and knocked me down-- and tried over and over again to bite me, I pushed it away with my feet by it’s neck and I got away.

It really got my heart pumping-- I’ve never been attacked ever in my dreams…

I’ve had nightmarish type dreams since I was a child. Obviously as a child I found them scary but now I sort of like them it appeals to my horror movie side of me and I’m always aware that I’m in my dreams when I do have nightmares.

This topic seems pretty cool so next time I have a nightmare I’ll try and write it down and post it here.

Really gross nightmare last night:

In a dark room, a boy, about my age, is standing in front of a big white, slimy slug (not taller than his knees, though) with lots of very long, black antennas coming out of all over its body. And it’s talking to the boy, telling it, in a very serious way, that from now on he should stop having anal sex with it and make love to it from the front instead, as the anal sex was damaging its weak insides. The boy isn’t really listening, and looks really sad. Later he talks to a friend of his in a bar, telling him how he’s fallen in love with a girl, but doesn’t know how to tell the slug that he doesn’t want to be with it. The friend just tells him to do it. I think the boy had got into the relationship with the slug as a desperate attempt at having sex with absoutely anything, he didn’t care. But he had later understood that it had been a bad idea, as the slug had taken it very seriously, and demanded sex from him, against his will. I then woke up.

So, ARGH! What a disgusting, depressing dream. :razz:

Brilliant! I laughed my bottom off. :cool_laugh: :grin:

My worst nightmare ever was when I was standing in front of the mirror, in the bathroom (you see it coming? :content:). Suddenly an evil and fat version of me appeared in the mirror right next to my mirror picture. It looked at me with his wide, big and evil (still normal-humanoid) eyes. I was really scared and couldn’t do a thing; I was not able to move any more because of the huge shock. Luckily, then I woke up, still scared though.

It’s not exactly a nightmare but I waked up very scared.

I was very short. A girl was sleeping, lying in her bed, an a old man appeared on the bottom of her bed and started to pull her legs. I was in the room also, and when I wanted to stop him and moved, he coldly looked at me an shouted “You shouldn’t be here!”. Then he pushed me, and I waked up. The first thought I had after this was “How could he push me out of my dream?”, and my heart was beating very fast.

Not a very frighteningh nightmare, but the first I’ve had since I started improving Dream Recall.

Extraordinary one indeed. :neutral:

I now know one of my friends daily has a couple of almost-nightmares. Every day two or three! That certainly is not nice. :bored: But I have helped him and now he is progressing. :smile:

I’ve been gettin tornado-themed nightmares ever since grade 3, and I’ve been havin Ebola virus-themed nightmares for years, although both are quite uncommon now. The reason for these is because I used to read about both subjects a lot in my childhood (and sometimes I still do), and for some reason, they choose to haunt me in my dreams. They are often the MOST frightenin experiences ever, with feelins of impendin doom and nearby death.

none of my dreams are actually nightmares, but i’m always terrified in them, and i always wake up terrified! any suggestions? has this ever happened to anyone else? i have a feeling that if i manage to gain lucidity, i’d be able to stop it, but i can’t get lucid, either…

I remember a reoccurring nightmare when I was very young.

A man would be in my house, I think it was Jason from Halloween. He would be walking towards my bathroom and I would be behind him. He didn’t know I was there and I had a knife in my hand. Just as he reached the bathroom I always launched forward and stabbed him in the back as hard as possible. The knife would always sink deep inside him.

But every time he turned around like nothing happened and came towards me…

Thats when I woke up. Same thing every time… creepy.

I’ve got a really vivid memory of my worst nightmare…

It was nighttime, and I was wandering the streets (don’t know why, just felt like looking at the stars). It was really dark, and I thought I heard something behind me. I looked, but didn’t see anything. I continued walking, and I heard more noises. By this time I was getting a little freaked out, and I started running. I heard another pair of footsteps chasing me, and when I spun around to look I saw a guy with a gun! :panic: He was pointing it towards me, looking really angry. I could tell he was a psychopath, and I was terrified. I started running as fast as I could until I saw a building up ahead. The dude was still chasing me, and I could hear gunshots–he was shooting at me now! I screamed and swung open the double doors of the building, the psycho still close behind. I couldn’t tell what kind of building it was–it looked very proffesional, like a lab or something. I darted into a large room in the building, hoping I’d lost the evil dude. All of a sudden, a different guy–this one was holding a really long, sharp-looking knife–popped out from a corner of the room, his eyes wide. He gave me a wicked, demented grin and swung his knife at me. I freaked out and ran straight out of that room, but then noticed that the other guy with the gun was standing right outside, waiting for me! :help: He shot a couple of times, but luckily he missed and I was able to leap into another hallway. It had lots of twists and turns, and I could hear both of the psychos chasing me and arguing over which way I went. I quickly darted through a random door and locked it behind me, hoping that all those turns had lost them. Suddenly, though, I heard the doorknob rattling. I knew it was the psychopaths! They were coming in, and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

All of a sudden, my eyes darted open and I realized I was sitting up in bed, holding a pillow up in front of me like a shield. I was sweating like crazy, and I was gasping for breath. My mom was in my room next to my bed, looking just as terrified as I did. “I just came in here to wake you up, and you just suddenly started screaming in your sleep!” my mom said. The dream had nearly given both me AND my mom a heart attack!

That nightmare still freaks me out whenever I think about it…

I don’t have nightmares anymore. Once I prayed that I would never have a nightmare again, and I don’t. I think of this as a very interesting coincidence, or the power of my subconscious and nothing more. :razz:

So, the last nightmare I actually had twice. Or maybe I dreamt that I had it twice. I was about 7 when I had it. I made the tremendous mistake of going inside a creepy looking house. I was thrown down a flight of stairs, and when I looked up…

An old lady was in a suspended rocking chair, cackling.


Hey I remember I used to have this horrable dream in my childhood. It was a RN and I would always wake up when my parents died ( In the dream they are alive in real life).

The dream was that I was at soccer practice and I saw this abandand car. me and my friends would look into it and no one saw anything exept the cars interier exept me. I saw a man who looked like he was in a waking coma then he would jump at me and hit the window. After that I had the grim reaper following me. The thing was nobody including me could see him. I just new he was there and whan I told sombody noone would listen. After that I saw the car every were. The man inside was gone but every time I saw the car death would try to hurt me. I would get hurt pretty bad but he would never kill me. After a couple days of this I got a letter in the mail saying I was invited to a soccer party thing in this lab. There were two pathes I could take now. I could choose not to go and then I would get three letters saying if I didnt go my parents would die. they would always die in a different way and there were so many I forgot what they were. The second path was to go there and then a bunch of scientists would strap me down and bring out a huge needle ( I have had a needle fobia since I was three) and prick me in the arm with it. the thing is every time he pricked me I would wake up with a pain in my arm like somone had stabed me with a needle.

i had a nightmare before it was so bad. i hate the mirror RC because i always lokk freaky anywas i was running through my house because i have a darkness phobia and i ran into the bathroom ( now in real life i cant look at a mirror without the lites on it just freaks me out) then i turned on the light stared in the mirror and i was there having this evil grin and then it sucked me in the mirroralmost like we switched places. everthing went black and then i woke up. i think it means like im now a diffrent person and need to change. :eek: