See I have a lot of dreams that really should be nightmares, but somehow don't phase me. Like the last one that involved an old man who was half demon-tree (huge spines growing from his back ect.) Some rather brutal murder scenes that involved multiple severed body parts (that resulted in a limb fight for some reason) and my teeth rotting and falling out. I woke up more confused than afraid.
The Stuff of Nightmares...
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The worst reoccurring dream I have is falling down a Grand-Canyon Esque place. I hate the feeling of falling.
Bleh. I'm starting to hate sleep because of my dreams...
You all remember Mol from Inception, right?
Well, there's a similar character who occasionally wanders into my dreams (for the record, I've been having these for years before Inception was mentioned). Naturally I've come to recognise her appearance as indicative that I'm dreaming (also, she tells me that I'm asleep).
Doesn't sound too bad yet, just a little weird. But she can apparently change my dreams in any way that amuses her, and her sense of humour is sadistic, to say the least.
It worries me that what is, at least in theory, a construct of my subconscious imagination has so much power over my mind. Also how little control I have - pretty sure that if you know you're dreaming, you should be able to alter the flow of it, right?
You all remember Mol from Inception, right?
Well, there's a similar character who occasionally wanders into my dreams (for the record, I've been having these for years before Inception was mentioned). Naturally I've come to recognise her appearance as indicative that I'm dreaming (also, she tells me that I'm asleep).
Doesn't sound too bad yet, just a little weird. But she can apparently change my dreams in any way that amuses her, and her sense of humour is sadistic, to say the least.
It worries me that what is, at least in theory, a construct of my subconscious imagination has so much power over my mind. Also how little control I have - pretty sure that if you know you're dreaming, you should be able to alter the flow of it, right?
That is some creepy shit right there. I applaud your mind's little macabre turn!Frozen Donkey Wheel2 said:
I don't have nightmares - not that my sub-concious doesn't try, I just don't get scared while sleeping. Had my legs hacked off while discussing philosophy with the kid that was hacking etc, I just wake up thinking 'that was cool'. Now, if that means I'm wired wrong for not getting freaked; that I don't know.
I remember dreams in which i wasshot at point blank range, bitten by vampires and in car crashes. Scared the shit out of me, yet, i did not wake up from that but found myself unscathed and continue dreaming and ended up more relaxed in those kind of dreams.
As a kid, I used to dream about pale people with sharp teeth and long, thin purple tongues. They'd come after my sister and I, and we'd try to hide.
I also dreamed once that I was caught in a massive, thick, completely-enveloping redback web, and that there were thousands upon thousands of them just sitting throughout it, waiting for me to move.
I also dreamed once that I was caught in a massive, thick, completely-enveloping redback web, and that there were thousands upon thousands of them just sitting throughout it, waiting for me to move.
I find myself amused after scary nightmares so a get sad mightmares like someone beloved dies, those nightmares suck.
When i was about 10 i dreamed that my brotherss and I where going to clean the house and cook my mother breakfast for mother's day and we did, after we showed her her present she told us that we were ready to live by our own and that she was going to leave us for ever.
Once i dreamed that someone forced us to destroy the graveyard (father buried there) with heavy machinery and we were doing it crying.
When i was about 10 i dreamed that my brotherss and I where going to clean the house and cook my mother breakfast for mother's day and we did, after we showed her her present she told us that we were ready to live by our own and that she was going to leave us for ever.
Once i dreamed that someone forced us to destroy the graveyard (father buried there) with heavy machinery and we were doing it crying.
I never really have really bad nightmares, but sometimes for unknown reasons I have sad dreams and wake up crying a bit :/
When I was young though, I would have really weird, recurring nightmares. One where my room expanded into a really big space, and I was tiny, then the roof would fall down on me piece by piece. The other where the world ends and it explodes killing everybody, and there was a stargate portal for some reason that I was scared to go through.
I don't have any of these any more now which is good though.
When I was young though, I would have really weird, recurring nightmares. One where my room expanded into a really big space, and I was tiny, then the roof would fall down on me piece by piece. The other where the world ends and it explodes killing everybody, and there was a stargate portal for some reason that I was scared to go through.
I don't have any of these any more now which is good though.
I go into the building where my apartment is, and go into the lift. I hit the button for my floor, and star going up. The lift starts going through the floors: 1, 2, 3, 134, -5, 67, and so forth. Panicking, I exit the lift on a random floor and dash to the stairwell. I look up and down its center, and it's... infinite.
*Shudder*
*Shudder*
I had this crazy nightmare as a kid where I watched burglars break into the local swimming pool and steal the water with a huge brown bag. It was scary as shit. Honest!
a couple nights ago I dreamed I shot by some guy in the lower left stomach, I felt my blood gush out of my body and the sheer agony I was in. the darkness crept in.
when I woke up the same stop I was supposedly "shot" was cramping. it scared the shit out of me. O.O
when I woke up the same stop I was supposedly "shot" was cramping. it scared the shit out of me. O.O
I take Jung's stance on dreams and nightmares in that your subconscious (or the unconscious to be appropriate to Jung) is trying to tell you something and it wants you to at least acknowledge it, especially if they keep coming back. You might want to head to over to a dictionary based on Jungian interpretation. I always Dream Moods, you could always try it out and see if you find out anything.
Now I haven't found every dream to be some sort of insight into my present waking life, but I have found that I might have needed to give proper weight to something in my daily life. However, some times stress is just leaking into your dream world to play havoc on your rest and that's all it is, especially when the nightmare (I've never found a stress fueled dream sequence to be anything but) is pretty straightforward.
Just so you know though, the symbolism in dreams are highly interpretive. Meaning that the boat the OP was talking about does have it's core meaning, but could be very different in that meaning (if it even applies) depending on the type of boat (if he remembers that) - i.e. a rowboat vs a sailboat vs a speedboat.
Oh and you might want to use a thesaurus or think up a different ways to explain a word that isn't in the dream dictionary.
Now I haven't found every dream to be some sort of insight into my present waking life, but I have found that I might have needed to give proper weight to something in my daily life. However, some times stress is just leaking into your dream world to play havoc on your rest and that's all it is, especially when the nightmare (I've never found a stress fueled dream sequence to be anything but) is pretty straightforward.
Just so you know though, the symbolism in dreams are highly interpretive. Meaning that the boat the OP was talking about does have it's core meaning, but could be very different in that meaning (if it even applies) depending on the type of boat (if he remembers that) - i.e. a rowboat vs a sailboat vs a speedboat.
Oh and you might want to use a thesaurus or think up a different ways to explain a word that isn't in the dream dictionary.
For a week, it was knives. Every night after sleeping for around half an hour, I'd wake up half asleep and see something with a knife standing over me. My first case of sleep paralysis also involved knives. Well, a knife chandelier that was going to fall on me.
Other than that, it's always shadows and zombies. I fell asleep on the couch last night and woke up after a dream of being attacked by zombies, thinking the plant behind me was one that was staring at me, ready to attack. I didn't move for a good three minutes until I could make out that it was a plant, not an undead creature.
Other than that, it's always shadows and zombies. I fell asleep on the couch last night and woke up after a dream of being attacked by zombies, thinking the plant behind me was one that was staring at me, ready to attack. I didn't move for a good three minutes until I could make out that it was a plant, not an undead creature.
I usually have dreams where I am turning into something horrible I don't want to be, {Think Ovid's Scylla) or bear witness to an atrocity I can't stop, as in the example below.
It was strange. And it should have been beautiful. The atmosphere was beautiful. A flower and sun filled meadow with ankle-high grass and a clear blue sky was presented before me. It was a comfortable temperature, and the colors were almost maddeningly brilliant. But I knew something was wrong because I couldn't move, and I didn't feel like one of those impassive observers that I tend to be in dreams.
I noticed these odd, rainbow, ribbon decorated metal carousels in the grass, the kind of carousels that you wind up and jump on as they pull you up, and then ride spinning and laughing in the opposite direction as you wind down. There seemed to be two of them, and they shone in the sun, but without any painful glare.
People approached, and I thought at first that they were merely going to ride the carousels, which was odd because they didn't have seats. There were odd formations at the top of one, and what looked like little, multicolored bags on the other. There were men, women, and lots of children all well dressed in what looked like their best party colors and they were all laughing and talking excitedly about things I couldn't quite make out. The parents took their children to the machines, and in the machine with the odd formations at the top, they sat the children inside of some strange loops, and climbed on themselves, in the other machines, they put the colorful bags over theirs and their childrens' heads, tied bits of colorful tubing around their necks, and stood there for a minute. The children complied, curious and trusting as their parents did all this.
At some point I could better scrutinize the machines and their various trappings. I realized the bags were some form of rubber or plastic, and that the tubing was cutting off their oxygen when the bags were tied in place. On the other machine, the top of the carousel was composed of blades.
I remember the parents holding up the children as they ran in a circle, their oxygen slowly depleting, and eventually lifting off the ground as their bodies hung slack. The carousel wound up around the posts higher, dangling the bodies. I watched as the parents lost grip of the struggling children, their muffled cries coming through the bags, and watching those bodies begin to hang slack as well.
The other carousel quickly became more obvious. The children watched trustingly as their parents pushed the ring around in a quick, tight circle, and then jumped on. I watched as the carousel spun up higher and higher until they reached the blades. The bits of skull, brain, and skin did not slice off easily. The blades seemed to be slightly dull, because the machine quickly got caught up and some bodies hung half way, caught on the blades. The shorter ones (the children) tended to have blunt force trauma and slicing through the tops of their heads and skulls, while the parents tended to be sliced through their necks and their chests. Blood dripped down (after the first sprays from the initial contact had stopped,) and puddled grossly on the ground around the carousel.
The other one slowly spun back towards the ground, the bodies hitting with soft thuds, getting tangled up in one another and dragged in the dirt.
I wanted to scream or cry, or something, but I couldn't move or do anything.
I watched this same thing happen a second, third and forth time, same scenario, different people, different children, each bloody mess disappearing before each new group appeared.
On the fifth time, a small child with a pretty lavender dress struggled, and cried as her Mom slipped the bag over her head, "Mommy, what are you doing?! Stop!" Then she said the magic words,"Help! Somebody help, please!"
Suddenly I could move, and I did. I went to the child and pulled her from the machine and her mothers grasp, I ran to the children and the other machine and asked, "Do you want help?" and they nodded and said, "Please!" I helped them out of their seats, oddly untouched by their parents, and I ran with them away from the scene.
As we ran, things got grayer, darker, and more menacing. The trees became barren and the meadow became hills. I knew something was following but I didn't know what. I tried to run, the little girl from the strangling machine sitting in the crook of one arm and one hip. But in the end, somehow, I knew we couldn't get away.
THEN I woke up. I woke up clawing at the bed, my whole body twitching, and clutching my blanket where the child was supposed to be. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, but I choked on a sob.
I noticed these odd, rainbow, ribbon decorated metal carousels in the grass, the kind of carousels that you wind up and jump on as they pull you up, and then ride spinning and laughing in the opposite direction as you wind down. There seemed to be two of them, and they shone in the sun, but without any painful glare.
People approached, and I thought at first that they were merely going to ride the carousels, which was odd because they didn't have seats. There were odd formations at the top of one, and what looked like little, multicolored bags on the other. There were men, women, and lots of children all well dressed in what looked like their best party colors and they were all laughing and talking excitedly about things I couldn't quite make out. The parents took their children to the machines, and in the machine with the odd formations at the top, they sat the children inside of some strange loops, and climbed on themselves, in the other machines, they put the colorful bags over theirs and their childrens' heads, tied bits of colorful tubing around their necks, and stood there for a minute. The children complied, curious and trusting as their parents did all this.
At some point I could better scrutinize the machines and their various trappings. I realized the bags were some form of rubber or plastic, and that the tubing was cutting off their oxygen when the bags were tied in place. On the other machine, the top of the carousel was composed of blades.
I remember the parents holding up the children as they ran in a circle, their oxygen slowly depleting, and eventually lifting off the ground as their bodies hung slack. The carousel wound up around the posts higher, dangling the bodies. I watched as the parents lost grip of the struggling children, their muffled cries coming through the bags, and watching those bodies begin to hang slack as well.
The other carousel quickly became more obvious. The children watched trustingly as their parents pushed the ring around in a quick, tight circle, and then jumped on. I watched as the carousel spun up higher and higher until they reached the blades. The bits of skull, brain, and skin did not slice off easily. The blades seemed to be slightly dull, because the machine quickly got caught up and some bodies hung half way, caught on the blades. The shorter ones (the children) tended to have blunt force trauma and slicing through the tops of their heads and skulls, while the parents tended to be sliced through their necks and their chests. Blood dripped down (after the first sprays from the initial contact had stopped,) and puddled grossly on the ground around the carousel.
The other one slowly spun back towards the ground, the bodies hitting with soft thuds, getting tangled up in one another and dragged in the dirt.
I wanted to scream or cry, or something, but I couldn't move or do anything.
I watched this same thing happen a second, third and forth time, same scenario, different people, different children, each bloody mess disappearing before each new group appeared.
On the fifth time, a small child with a pretty lavender dress struggled, and cried as her Mom slipped the bag over her head, "Mommy, what are you doing?! Stop!" Then she said the magic words,"Help! Somebody help, please!"
Suddenly I could move, and I did. I went to the child and pulled her from the machine and her mothers grasp, I ran to the children and the other machine and asked, "Do you want help?" and they nodded and said, "Please!" I helped them out of their seats, oddly untouched by their parents, and I ran with them away from the scene.
As we ran, things got grayer, darker, and more menacing. The trees became barren and the meadow became hills. I knew something was following but I didn't know what. I tried to run, the little girl from the strangling machine sitting in the crook of one arm and one hip. But in the end, somehow, I knew we couldn't get away.
THEN I woke up. I woke up clawing at the bed, my whole body twitching, and clutching my blanket where the child was supposed to be. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, but I choked on a sob.
It might not be a dream. You could actually be experiencig sleep paralysis where your concious part has woken up but the rest of you is still, in essence, asleep. It's more complicated and I don't fully get the whole process myself beyond it involving the tempoparietal lobe and your abillity to interpret sensory data getting knotted up so you start hallucinating and such. It's meant to be pretty fucking horrifying I'm told.LarenzoAOG said:
That sounds pretty crazy.barash said:
OT: My nightmares have gone through transitions in my life and there's a pretty comprehensive list in my head but I'll stick with my newest thing. My mind seems to be building a weird bridge to the right brain/left brain boundary that is inherent in dreaming because I just go with the dream until a thing will happen that I won't logically accept and it stops being dream me and is conscious/real me that moves on.
I'm not really sure if that is a good thing since so many of my dreams are brutal and grim. The most recent one involved some weird group of people who were out to sacrifice me (somehow for some reason) and I was intent on not being sacrificed. Now everything is pretty vague until I open a door and I am up to the thighs in water in what seems to be a library. This lead to one of my logic switches being tripped (Why would you allow almost waist high water in a library?) and from there on I remember it all pretty clearly. My new problem is I can't control the dreams when I "wake up" inside them, I'm stuck till the logical conclusion (usually dead me).
I spent the rest of the dream endeavouring to escape and evade "them" as best I could because I don't embrace torture until I got a knife in the eye. Bizarrely I survived this and I came to the sensible conclusion that I was going to die so my only option was to ruin the book they (think the Necronomicon) used and ended the dream pulling the knife out of my own eye and stabbing their leader to death.
The dreams are maybe once eveery couple of months but they tend to stick.