Well, how unfortunate. I’m about to go to bed xD
My nightmares aren’t usually about zombies chasing me or anything like that. They’re strange…stuff that you wouldn’t normally think of as scary. Things that I just think of as “morbid” and downright freakish…like my one dream about black sheets sliding down over my old apartment’s exits as I tried to escape from a fire. Those black sheets scared the heck out of me, and coupled with the fire…ugh. I used to have a LOT of nightmares about fires and tornados. Now they’re mostly about bombs and guns.
I remember one nightmare where I was on a very high staircase that spiraled around a tall square house. It was a long, long drop to the bottom, and the stairs just kept going higher. Sunlight shone through the windows and cut through the shadows, it looked as if it were morning. It wasn’t a scary scene at all. The scary part was that I was wrestling on the stairs with a man who was trying to shoot me point-blank with a pistol. Eventually, he got a few shots off and they hit me right in the face. I think I can even remember about where they hit me. Somehow I was still living, and I think after a while I beat him and threw him off the stairs. It was one of the scariest dreams I’ve ever had, probably number 3 on my list 
I had a really weird nightmare the other night. (at least, i think i was asleep)
i was lying in bed in my pitch dark bedroom just like i had been when i went to sleep and i could hear this young boy’s voice saying loads of things at once. at first i could distignuish them but i cant remember what any of them were, and then they got too many to hear individually. and i was shouting into the darkness of my room “Jack! Jack, is that you? Please don’t Jack! You’re scaring me. Is that you Jack?”
what i want to know is, who the hell is jack? lol
it was quite sinister experience actually so that’s why im calling it a nightmare. sounds weird written down though.
Interesting thread… Surprised I didn’t see it before. My most recent one was a bit ago. I didn’t want to put it in my DJ because I didn’t feel it was needed but if there is a thread about these things, it might help to share.
[color=purple]It is dark and I suddenly find myself sitting down talking with a woman. She has bright red hair and is dressed in elegant clothes. She is surrounded by a group of cohorts. She is talking directly to me. She is telling me that the time is soon to come and within my lifetime her system will attack my planet. She is telling me that our fear will drive us forward and fuel their attack. They will conquer and destroy, and speaking with me is her fair warning of her arrival.
As she speaks a portal opens in the sky above her and spores begin to rain down from the sky. I watch as they enter my pores of my skin on my arm and watch as my skin begins to grow plants. She continues to talk with me and I begin to talk back. I explain that I will not stand for this, and that there is no reason for them to bring their attack to us. But she continues. She references previous dream communications that I have had and demands they be fulfilled.
I continue to plead for her to stop and she won't. I finally break down in tears and beg for help. I cry for someone, anything to stop this from happening, I cry to her and she looks at me blankly. I realize my tears have no effect on her and there will be no help. Everyone agrees that she has a right to invade and will do nothing to stop her. All around me people are running mad from the pain the spores are causing them. There are individuals completely covered in green growth from plants growing on them.
Out of the black portal flows more destruction. Giant mushrooms bloom out of the ground as high as skyscrapers overturning everything in the path, and with slow movements they turn themselves inside out and release their spores before rotting and falling to the ground. I don't know what to do to help, and I do not understand why she has come to speak to me. Slowly the vines over take me as I awake.[/color]
it was an intense experience to go through. i have not been able to tell if it was just a silly dream, possibly a past life experience on another planet, or something else completely. good thing I don’t get bad dreams that often.
Ok, apart from the obviuos ones after watching a scary movie points at saw 1, 2 & 3 mine are either about one of 3 things;
[well, four…]
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Spiders! Creepy crawlies! My most recent one, being in my house, floor covered in repulsive worms, bugs, spiders, hairy things, etc. Who, unfortunantly enough couldnt be killed. Yeah, scary stuff. Also most of my most memorable nightmares are of giant spiders.
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Got to be being caught or chased by a dodgy man/person, going to scream but hey-ho, youve lost the ability to. Goodness i hate that.
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Running from something, and tripping. Or running painfully slow. Away from something suckj as an erupting volcanoe? A falling building? A murderer? Yeah. Charming
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Well, its a joint of the top two really, its creepy men, killers, psychos, basically people with the outward intention of wanting to kill you or kidnap you, yeh i hate those DCs. Die!
Lol, well thats it. =]
It was a very long time since I had a real nightmare, it was some months ago. I just ave to comment Magnus about Freeport, is that Freeport in Kungsbacka 
This is one of the worst I’ve had in a while…and it’s not really that bad.
Everything started at my house normally, until I tripped and fell on the ground. When I opened my eyes and got up, my house looked old, abandoned, and creepy as hell. I went to my brother’s room to see if he was okay, but he was dying. He was laying on the floor screaming and crying He was missing one of his arms, one of his eyes were all blacked out, and he kept screaming “CYBORG!” really loud until the screams died down and his bottom jaw fell off onto the floor and he died. I then went back to my room, curled up in a ball in the corner, and started crying. Then my door was kicked in, and I heard someone yell, “This where you f*in a been Johnny?” (wierd because my name is Scott) I turned around to see Cyborg from Teen Titans in my doorway, which I actually found kind of humorous. I heard his gun go off as he unloaded on me with about a thousand bullets. I felt no pain, but my body was split at the waist, my legs missing. I saw a crack in the wall, and I used my arms to crawl my bloody upper body towards it. I heard Cyborg laugh and say somehting I couldn’t make out. Then I woke.
I rarely, if ever, have REALLY scary dreams. Most of the time I’m in mortal danger, yet completely calm. For example, I had another one of my wonderful zombie dreams a few days ago. After running about for a bit, enjoying myself (how the hell do i do that), I end up in a super market down the street from my house. I KNOW its a dream, but my RC keeps failing, so i dont just kill myself as a precaution. I’m being mobbed by zombies, yet my only thought is that im tired and wanna just wake up already. 
PROJECT No 6
There was a small lump at the bottom of my outer arm. It was itchy and I had scratched the top off. The lump also hurt a bit. 
I was lying in the double bed with my husband. 
Suddenly he said, 
“THERE’S SOMETHING IN THERE”. I looked down and said, 
“Noo” in disbelief. Then I saw some movement and something started to emerge! it had a segmented body 
and waved and wiggled in the air as it came out … and out … and out. It was big and I was going hysterical! 
It was about 4 inches long and ¼ inch in diameter. My husband gave me an hug. 
For a few seconds, he shifted into a merge of ‘fix and my husband’ and then went back to normal again.
Another small lump started hurting, it was nearby the site of the other one. I hadn’t picked the top off this one. Another segmented body fought it’s way out. This one was smaller, just half the size of the first. [Had I allowed the other one to get bigger by breaking the skin and thus letting it breath air? 
] I put on some cardboard glasses that had special lenses. I could now see invisible fibres reaching out to my arm from my husband’s check shirt. I went hysterical, 
“IT WAS YOU! TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF!” I had been thinking that the larvae were the result of the fly 
that had landed on my arm a few times and really hurt from a few weeks back … but now I knew that they were of alien origin. 
There was a large bulge under the sleeve of my other arm. I lifted the sleeve up and saw a four inch cylinder growing from my arm. Inside it was a goo and a lit candle; on the outside was written, ‘PROJECT No 6’. When I looked at it again, it had changed and gone a little smaller. I ran from the room 
and fled down a long flight of stairs (nearly identical to the shop 
). My husband hadn’t pursued me … then I realised, [He doesn’t need me anymore! He would ‘impregnate’ other females with the invisible fibres!] I saw a woman near the bottom of the stairs. She was mopping 
them. She hinted that she would/might stop me from escaping. 
Outside a coach turned up. It was full of prisoners and warders. They did a register and then all sat down at small round tables 
in a nearby building. I was now one of their party (in the warder group) and sat down at a table.
Creepy dream! I like it. 
(I mean that in a good way.)
More nightmares can be found in the next part of the topic …