Your worst nightmare?
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I used to have a recurring dream where I get *ahem* violated by the Badger from Wind in the Willows, I swear that dude is a fiddler (and I don't mean fiddler as in he plays the fucking violin). No seriously, thats my worst nightmare, I always hated Wind in the Willows when I was a kid and no one could understand why, until a spontaneous game of "good touch bad touch" happened at christmas.
I'm still frightened of that show, and that fucking badger, and I'm 29 now.
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I'm still frightened of that show, and that fucking badger, and I'm 29 now.
edit, oh sorry!, Welcome new guy!, hope you enjoy your stay here at the Escapist, you'll be glad to learn that we do not have badgers.
I don't divulge information like that. I'm paranoid that one day a horror-esque situation will unravel, and I don't want my worst nightmares to be used against me.
But in regards to a real life nightmare, I don't think anything would shock me any more. Life has shat down on me, and everyone else, enough. Now if bad things happen I think 'Yep, that seems about right'
But in regards to a real life nightmare, I don't think anything would shock me any more. Life has shat down on me, and everyone else, enough. Now if bad things happen I think 'Yep, that seems about right'
Cleaning things and them still being dirty. I don't have OCD, I just like knowing that things are clean.
The other day I washed up after dinner and all the plates were still greasy (I'd done it properly with lots of washing up liquid so I don't know what happened). I almost had a panic attack I was so upset.
The other day I washed up after dinner and all the plates were still greasy (I'd done it properly with lots of washing up liquid so I don't know what happened). I almost had a panic attack I was so upset.
All my scariest nightmares seem to revolve around a sudden, unnerving silence, followed by lots of slo-mo screaming
In my most recent one, me and my friends were checking out this house for some reason, but when we entered the kitchen, suddenly everything was silent (in that way you get when you cover your ears - that windy ocean noise) and we got freaked out.
I entered the room again, and turned to the wall the door was on. On it, there was a mirror, and reflected in it was me. JUST ME. the kitchen was not refected, it was just me standing in the middle of pure darkness. And I was wearing slightly different clothing in the reflection and real life. Then my not-quite-reflection started screaming at me.
The scream was normal (but abnormally long) but the reflection's face was screaming in slow-motion, which was weird
Screaming scares me
In my most recent one, me and my friends were checking out this house for some reason, but when we entered the kitchen, suddenly everything was silent (in that way you get when you cover your ears - that windy ocean noise) and we got freaked out.
I entered the room again, and turned to the wall the door was on. On it, there was a mirror, and reflected in it was me. JUST ME. the kitchen was not refected, it was just me standing in the middle of pure darkness. And I was wearing slightly different clothing in the reflection and real life. Then my not-quite-reflection started screaming at me.
The scream was normal (but abnormally long) but the reflection's face was screaming in slow-motion, which was weird
Screaming scares me
Getting banned from the Escapist.
Okay, in all seriousness, the worst nightmare I've ever had (that I still remember) was a Deep Blue Sea-esque situation where myself and a few others were trapped in a facility in the ocean that was filling with water. But instead of sharks, we took on an unknown darkness that never revealed itself (a la the monster in Stephen King's The Raft). The dream ended for me when I got cornered and killed but not before several moments of severely crippling fear.
Okay, in all seriousness, the worst nightmare I've ever had (that I still remember) was a Deep Blue Sea-esque situation where myself and a few others were trapped in a facility in the ocean that was filling with water. But instead of sharks, we took on an unknown darkness that never revealed itself (a la the monster in Stephen King's The Raft). The dream ended for me when I got cornered and killed but not before several moments of severely crippling fear.
As soon as I read your post I googled Slender Man out, shat some bricks, and came back here to curse your name, but I guess if I visited a thread like this, it would be only natural to see some scary shit like that, and me not being able NOT to look up every freaky creature conceived. So yeah, that Slender Man, and also The Rake, about whom I found out while searching for Slender Man info, scare the living crap out of me and I don't know how I'm going to survive this night.Beltom said:
So far, my worst nightmare was when I dreamed that I woke up, walked out on my balcony, and looked in my garden, to see some weird guy (he looked fucked up, like some generic disfigured horror villain) cutting my dog in half with a butcher knife. He looked up to the balcony and gazed straight into my eyes, and let out a scream, that sounded like a few people screaming together, but actually it was just one high-pitched, straight note, except one of the vocals was screaming in some weird vibrato... It lasted for 2 or 3 seconds, then I woke up, "swimming" in sweat and realized that I've been listening to too much Judas Priest recently.
Um, buffaloes. I mean, they're not overly scary but the scariest dream I can remember was buffaloes taking over the world. They were everywhere. Don't laugh.
Otherwise, um, I don't know. I don't have a specific fear, to my knowledge.
Otherwise, um, I don't know. I don't have a specific fear, to my knowledge.
MY worst Nightmare is Tim Curry holding a handgun to my forehead telling me that he's my worst nightmare, until I convince him that waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Wait, that wasn't my worst nightmare: That was Loaded Weapon 1.
My worst nightmare involves the Earth being crushed. I just so happen to be the only person who gets crushed. My nightmares kind of resembled Katamari Damacy in a horrible nightmare setting.
Wait, that wasn't my worst nightmare: That was Loaded Weapon 1.
My worst nightmare involves the Earth being crushed. I just so happen to be the only person who gets crushed. My nightmares kind of resembled Katamari Damacy in a horrible nightmare setting.
I'm probably going to be the only one to tell a possible nightmare. I have depression, it used to be really bad. I'm afraid of falling back into it.
I have two nightmares to tell, that both deserve a place as my worst.
The first is when I had my eye lids and mouth sown shut by a group of evil dolls.
The second was when I was in a live action version of the Anime Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni and I was suffering this particular scene.
For a dream the pain was so real and I woke up sweating and screaming so loud that my mum ran up to my room, to see what was going on.
The first is when I had my eye lids and mouth sown shut by a group of evil dolls.
The second was when I was in a live action version of the Anime Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni and I was suffering this particular scene.
For a dream the pain was so real and I woke up sweating and screaming so loud that my mum ran up to my room, to see what was going on.
When growing up I used to have really bad nightmares about people tearing me apart, like limb from limb. I used to always find myself in a corner or a small space with people rushing in, pinning me to a wall and tearing me apart piece by piece. I used to wake up screaming holding my arms to my chest, and my joint always ached after such a dream.
I also used to dream a lot about dying, but it wasn't scary, more transitional. Like it was terror, then peace, then I used to fade out back into reality.
Lately I have started to open my eyes in my sleep. It's really f*cked up. I can't move and my vision is blurry. At some point I realize that I'm not awake and the idea that I'm paralysed hits me. I try to wake up, but my body won't respond. Sometimes this happens mid-dream, and I have these vivid scenarios when I'm laying in bed, and my eyes open, and the dream I'm having starts to melt into the reality that is my room. Some of these dreams were beautiful and very moving, but others were more terrifying.
I remember a really bad dream I had, I opened my eyes, and my dream followed me home so to speak. I remember looking around my room and seeing these dark figures around my room, they talking very loudly in a dialect I did no understand. At this point in my dream I must have closed my eyes again, because I felt the ability to move outside my body, I still felt my body, but I could walk around it. I remember standing over my body, staring at it. I decided to pick myself up, so I would have it close. I carried it outside to the yard and started to get tired. I put the body down, but now it wasn't me, it was more of a parody of me, a distorted version, with a weird face. And it started biting me. By that time, I felt that my real throat started to choke from panic and I woke up, had to run to the bathroom to clear my airwaves. When it was clear I sat down on the bathroom floor and felt very nauseous.
THAT is the worst nightmare I've had lately.
I also used to dream a lot about dying, but it wasn't scary, more transitional. Like it was terror, then peace, then I used to fade out back into reality.
Lately I have started to open my eyes in my sleep. It's really f*cked up. I can't move and my vision is blurry. At some point I realize that I'm not awake and the idea that I'm paralysed hits me. I try to wake up, but my body won't respond. Sometimes this happens mid-dream, and I have these vivid scenarios when I'm laying in bed, and my eyes open, and the dream I'm having starts to melt into the reality that is my room. Some of these dreams were beautiful and very moving, but others were more terrifying.
I remember a really bad dream I had, I opened my eyes, and my dream followed me home so to speak. I remember looking around my room and seeing these dark figures around my room, they talking very loudly in a dialect I did no understand. At this point in my dream I must have closed my eyes again, because I felt the ability to move outside my body, I still felt my body, but I could walk around it. I remember standing over my body, staring at it. I decided to pick myself up, so I would have it close. I carried it outside to the yard and started to get tired. I put the body down, but now it wasn't me, it was more of a parody of me, a distorted version, with a weird face. And it started biting me. By that time, I felt that my real throat started to choke from panic and I woke up, had to run to the bathroom to clear my airwaves. When it was clear I sat down on the bathroom floor and felt very nauseous.
THAT is the worst nightmare I've had lately.
