Funny you say that, i was once attacked in my dreamemory of my old second bedroom by a creepy longfaced dude with bright yellow eyes, had to strangle him or something, quite oddTakerFoxx said:
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The only monster that is always looming in my head and a constant threat to my REM sleep, is my subconscious.
Not entirely sure when we became enemies, but ever since college, it's been out to get me.
Lately, however, I've been dealing with a bad case of coughing and runny nose, and while I would have expected to my subconscious to jump on that with nightmares of suffocating or becoming severely injured due to poor respiration, it has been completely absent. It wasn't until I had a nightmare where I was shot point black on my left temple, which rocked my head to the right and prompted me to wake up. I realized that I was feeling a lot better and my subconscious wanted to let me know it was back in the best manner it could.
Not entirely sure when we became enemies, but ever since college, it's been out to get me.
While in college, I was always a busy bee: I went to school in the morning towards the afternoon, I would immediately go to my part-time job which ended in the evening, I'd go home to have dinner and take care of any errands that needed to get done before the next day, and I would spend the rest of the evening reading, studying, or doing my homework before finally going to sleep.
I wasn't exhausted, but definitely after a long day, I just wanted some sleep. It was then that I started dreaming less and less, to that state that I am now where I don't dream at all: I put my head on the pillow, close my eyes, and when I open them, it's morning. I do dream from time to time, but at most once a week and at least once a month.
What I do tend to do on my spare time is daydream; this is where a lot of my inspiration comes from my fictional works. Sometimes it would be while doing nothing and sometimes while I'm the middle of an exercise routine; either way, I can write all my works down and reference them later. I believe that it is this habit of daydreaming that has cause me to abandon my need to dream at night. As a result, my subconscious isn't too happy with being short changed (a la "why by the cow when you can milk it through the fence?"). So yeah, I tend to have nightmares more often than dreams and they are dark.
My subconscious really gets me, so the horrors are very specific to what I fear and often times they can affect me in a physical manner (shaking, short burst of pain, deep breathing, etc.) that mimic what I was experiencing in the nightmare. I can sometimes fend it off with the "This is my dream" empowerment, but horror is psychological, not physical, so it doesn't always work.
I wasn't exhausted, but definitely after a long day, I just wanted some sleep. It was then that I started dreaming less and less, to that state that I am now where I don't dream at all: I put my head on the pillow, close my eyes, and when I open them, it's morning. I do dream from time to time, but at most once a week and at least once a month.
What I do tend to do on my spare time is daydream; this is where a lot of my inspiration comes from my fictional works. Sometimes it would be while doing nothing and sometimes while I'm the middle of an exercise routine; either way, I can write all my works down and reference them later. I believe that it is this habit of daydreaming that has cause me to abandon my need to dream at night. As a result, my subconscious isn't too happy with being short changed (a la "why by the cow when you can milk it through the fence?"). So yeah, I tend to have nightmares more often than dreams and they are dark.
My subconscious really gets me, so the horrors are very specific to what I fear and often times they can affect me in a physical manner (shaking, short burst of pain, deep breathing, etc.) that mimic what I was experiencing in the nightmare. I can sometimes fend it off with the "This is my dream" empowerment, but horror is psychological, not physical, so it doesn't always work.
I don't dream due to my work ethic back in college and instead I daydream often on my spare time. I draw a lot of inspiration from my daydreams that translate to my fictional works and my subconscious isn't happy about that. So from time to time, I get vivid nightmares, many of which are personal and effect me in s physical manner.
Lately, however, I've been dealing with a bad case of coughing and runny nose, and while I would have expected to my subconscious to jump on that with nightmares of suffocating or becoming severely injured due to poor respiration, it has been completely absent. It wasn't until I had a nightmare where I was shot point black on my left temple, which rocked my head to the right and prompted me to wake up. I realized that I was feeling a lot better and my subconscious wanted to let me know it was back in the best manner it could.
The boys on one side of my family all have night terrors combined with somnambulism, it gets gradually worse through childhood, then levels off and gets better from the mid teens forward. I'm in my mid thirties and it still happens sometimes, but it's less than once a year these days. So we go to sleep in one place, and then wake up terrified, heart pounding, soaked in sweat and loaded with adrenaline, in the wrong place, and with no memory of how or why this came to be (which only makes it worse). You can't wake us during an attack either, we're unresponsive to outside stimulus. One of my cousins was a screamer, allegedly I'm not.the December King said:
Oh, another one. I had a dream set in my high school, during exam time. Because of dream-logic, the school had invited a couple of venerable actresses (I believe Dame Judi Dench was one) to visit as a special treat, since we were all having our exams.
Anywho, I was late heading down to the exam hall (which was our gym building. That detail was accurate, actually). Somehow, I found out that the exam invigilator-- Mister Lucus-- had used the exam as a pretence to gather us all together in one building to kill us. Mister Lucus also had a shiny mech-suit, which made him infinitely more threatening. He chased me around the school for a while, along with the prefects (who were his minions. Dream-logic again).
Eventually, I gave him the slip briefly and made it back to the gym hall, and burst through a door at the back of the exam room to try to escape. That's when I saw the pool, full of this weird mist. I got onto my stomach to try to wave away the mist and see what was underneath... to find it was crawling with thousands of rats under the mist, crawling all over eachother. That's when Mister Lucus burst in to find me. It had been his plan to kill all the students in the rat pool. He even planned to kill Judi Dench.
Oh, and the scariest bit of all: the next morning after the nightmare, I headed to school, and my friend at school told me about a story she'd been writing, and the fucking villain's name was Lucus. I shit you not.
Anywho, I was late heading down to the exam hall (which was our gym building. That detail was accurate, actually). Somehow, I found out that the exam invigilator-- Mister Lucus-- had used the exam as a pretence to gather us all together in one building to kill us. Mister Lucus also had a shiny mech-suit, which made him infinitely more threatening. He chased me around the school for a while, along with the prefects (who were his minions. Dream-logic again).
Eventually, I gave him the slip briefly and made it back to the gym hall, and burst through a door at the back of the exam room to try to escape. That's when I saw the pool, full of this weird mist. I got onto my stomach to try to wave away the mist and see what was underneath... to find it was crawling with thousands of rats under the mist, crawling all over eachother. That's when Mister Lucus burst in to find me. It had been his plan to kill all the students in the rat pool. He even planned to kill Judi Dench.
Oh, and the scariest bit of all: the next morning after the nightmare, I headed to school, and my friend at school told me about a story she'd been writing, and the fucking villain's name was Lucus. I shit you not.
I often get terrible imagery when sleeping, but when it comes to monsters, I have no words that can possibly describe what they resemble. No words can bring the feeling of crippling existential dread that the dream fills you purely with, as if each emotion must be singled out and concentrated to it's strongest form.
However, it is easier to describe the apocalyptic ones. Often involving a vast cosmic occurance such as a huge gravitational object missing our earth, but sending our planet off orbit, away from the sun. I often dream what that exact experience from the ground woud feel like. It makes me physically ill. Hmm, losing control of gravity plays a big part in my memorable nightmares. The scope is frightening.
Meh, I can choose to nightmare anytime if I fail to take daily med. The first side effect when wearing off is always terrible dreams. Very sensitive subconscious. But those experiences are really truly terrifying, so I would never choose to do so.
However, it is easier to describe the apocalyptic ones. Often involving a vast cosmic occurance such as a huge gravitational object missing our earth, but sending our planet off orbit, away from the sun. I often dream what that exact experience from the ground woud feel like. It makes me physically ill. Hmm, losing control of gravity plays a big part in my memorable nightmares. The scope is frightening.
Meh, I can choose to nightmare anytime if I fail to take daily med. The first side effect when wearing off is always terrible dreams. Very sensitive subconscious. But those experiences are really truly terrifying, so I would never choose to do so.
The only nightmare monsters I can remember were a faceless bogeyman type thing and a giant many-legged thing I'll call a demon spider. I never saw the bogeyman, it was just a malevolent presence chasing me in the dark. I say "just" but
The spider thing acted like a boss in an FPS, jumping around, blowing up every piece of cover I hid behind.
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Creepy humanoid shapes made out of pure shadow, pale vampiric-looking women in black gowns with ice-cold grip effortlessly preventing me from escaping as they plot my horrible demise are the most common "unique" nightmare monsters I encounter.
Most others are stuff out of video games. Which makes sense because my dream worlds basically operate almost exclusively on video game logic.
Most others are stuff out of video games. Which makes sense because my dream worlds basically operate almost exclusively on video game logic.
It is my business to harness nightmares, and as a lucid dreamer, I have avoided harm. However, that's not to say I have not had nightmares with creatures in them.
I don't remember anything else that came from nightmares right now. Many of my creations were born when I was awake.
It appeared in my room while I wasn't looking. I hadn't noticed until it was blocking the door. It was small at first, but it was growing: A scorpion with three snake heads, already dividing into more as it claws and tail already increased in number. When I awakened, I wrote it down for a story I was working on, and concluded it must end in a freakish Medusa Head, much like Castlevania.
As in the actual Grim Reaper. I was sick in real life. I was cold. I was feeling terrible. I wrapped myself in a fleece blanket on my bed and forced myself into sleep while nestled in this warmth. Despite all that, I still felt a chill somehow. In my half-deluded mind of partial sleep and wakefulness, I found the Grim Reaper standing before me and I knew that I was hovering just a tad too close to his side of things. We had a discussion about life and death, philosophical in nature. If I'm going to make a case, it's going to be on my strengths, namely my mind. I can only recall bits and pieces of the conversation, but when it seemed like I was feeling better several hours later (the chill having passed), he struck his scythe to the ground and said, before I woke, "You will remember the event for as long as you live.". I don't care if anything in media 'doesn't count'. Death is the original fear. He gets credit where credit is due.
So, there I was in some unknown halls, and it's dark...but not pitch dark. We're not in Grue territory. That would be easy. You just find a light. No, forget that. Let's just say that there is the dark, there is the darkness, and then there are those that are void. Let's say that it is just some kind of sucking breathing sound at first you hear, maybe down the hall and to the right. Let's say it seems to be in no hurry, because true terror is patient, like inevitability. Let's just say that it's not the mere absense of light, but the extinguishment of light. It lives to feed on light, on energy, on even SOME material forms because atomic bonds have energy.
Energy, that's the key. It's a living void. It eats energy, including your life.
It's a gaunt humanoid form with kind of no neck for its head, perhaps some rudimentary knife in its hand or something, wearing basic tight clothing or...something. It's either clothing or the apprearance of such. Every time it's doing that breathing noise, it sucking in whatever energy is nearby, and its mouth briefly goes sandworm when it does. Its shadow...does not cast. Its shadow lives, and lives to protect it from harm. It's a weapon, ever-changing. It tries to swallow you as much as it does, and it really doesn't care if you run, because it does not age or tire. I called it a Shadow-Stealer.
Energy, that's the key. It's a living void. It eats energy, including your life.
It's a gaunt humanoid form with kind of no neck for its head, perhaps some rudimentary knife in its hand or something, wearing basic tight clothing or...something. It's either clothing or the apprearance of such. Every time it's doing that breathing noise, it sucking in whatever energy is nearby, and its mouth briefly goes sandworm when it does. Its shadow...does not cast. Its shadow lives, and lives to protect it from harm. It's a weapon, ever-changing. It tries to swallow you as much as it does, and it really doesn't care if you run, because it does not age or tire. I called it a Shadow-Stealer.
Shortly after the Doctor Who episode, Midnight, I had a thought about beings of light, angels... Somewhere in the back of my mind, I must've crossed it with something out of Xenogears, because before you know it, I had Archons. Not as in Starcraft, but as in terrible light entities whose light is so incredible that even looking upon them could spell death or insanity because of the extreme effect. I pictured their legless energy forms with rudimentary arms and tri-part mouths. I heard their shriek, and saw their presence in an atmosphere causing a storm of epic proportions. Once again, I had created a monster.
I don't remember anything else that came from nightmares right now. Many of my creations were born when I was awake.
I don't have too many nightmare monsters, just your normal giant spiders(kinda odd since I'm really not afraid of spiders) or zombies or the ever popular dark entity. Most of my nightmares are about being lost or trapped.
I did have an odd one the other night concerning giant spiders though. I was in an old abandoned building, quite unstable & crumbling, in a swamp or jungle fighting off spiders the size of large dogs. The oddest part about the dream was the fact that I wasn't alone, I had my young son with me & he was kicking some spider ass too... only thing is I don't actually have a son or any child at all.
A cousin of mine had a dream where I was the monster, apparently I was actually an alien & after the "men in black" found me out & came after me I transformed into a tall alien with really long fingers & I could make heads explode just by pointing at people. She was helping them track me down for some reason(traitor) & she said she woke up when I cornered her & started to lift my arm toward her.
I did have an odd one the other night concerning giant spiders though. I was in an old abandoned building, quite unstable & crumbling, in a swamp or jungle fighting off spiders the size of large dogs. The oddest part about the dream was the fact that I wasn't alone, I had my young son with me & he was kicking some spider ass too... only thing is I don't actually have a son or any child at all.
A cousin of mine had a dream where I was the monster, apparently I was actually an alien & after the "men in black" found me out & came after me I transformed into a tall alien with really long fingers & I could make heads explode just by pointing at people. She was helping them track me down for some reason(traitor) & she said she woke up when I cornered her & started to lift my arm toward her.