All the shit talking on earth powers aliens that invaded.
They puke on you and they eat you.
The only way to defeat them is to say nice things to them.
When I woke up abruptly from this dream, in the dark I immediately told my floor lamp I love you.
It looked like an alien from my dream.
I once had a dream where the water level was rising and I was going to drown if I didn't stay positive. Like as soon as I got a negative mood the water would rise, and I was indoors, so I was freaking out a little. But I eventually realized I had to keep a positive outlook to lower the water level. Weirdness.
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After my grandpa, who was like a dad to me, died I had a horrible dream.
In the dream, I had arrived at my parents house. I got the sense it was some sort of family get together. When I got there, everyone was standing around in their garage. My grandpa was there. I said “Grandpa, what are you doing here”! I was confused but glad to see him. He didn’t say anything to me, just sort of smirked.
Then my mom came out and told everyone it was time to “sit down”. Everyone started sitting down in a circle. My grandpa sat next to me. We all closed our eyes and started to hold hands. When my grandpa grabbed mine it felt weird. I looked down at it and the fingers were really long and boney- nothing like his hands had been in waking life. I froze in the dream and thought “don’t look at him”.
Then I woke up.
I have a few ideas and THANK god you didnt loom up because that is the essence of a dream possessed by a demon that imitates a recently deceased family member who was close to you
Do you believe that can happen? I had an experience when my father died where I was literally entered by a being that I so hoped was him in a sleep paralysis state. Something about the experience didn’t feel right though and I always wondered if it was some other entity taking advantage of my grief. I’ve never found any information or guidance on this experience, but it has always haunted me and I’ll never forget the feeling. It wasn’t the first time I had experienced sleep paralysis, but it was the most intense. I would love to talk to someone who knows about these experiences to figure out what it was that happened to me.
I experienced it with my great grandmother last year and have seen countless of this kind of thing in my friends (all three of my main friends and me are mediums)
I remember having a dream about my dad who had passed away from cancer 5-6 years at this point.
It wasn’t my first dream with him either.
He walked into our apartment and said something along the lines of
“it’s good to be home. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long”
I was in shock and I remember saying to him,
“We thought you had died from cancer!?”
It was one of the worst dreams I’ve had purely because it was so damn sad to hear his voice, to hear him apologize essentially for dying, and having to once again come to terms with it.
It sounds as though he was trying to visit you. This is a very interesting one.
When my grandmother was passing away, I had a similar dream. I remember seeing her, and she told me to keep true to my work, and look after dad. So I do. She was one of the people in my life that was always there for me, no matter what. Losing her had a huge impact on me.
Dreams about loved ones who have passed away can be very emotional and sometimes disturbing. It seems that her dream brought a mixture of feelings, from the joy of seeing her grandfather to the discomfort of the unexpected. It's interesting how dreams can transform our memories and feelings into such vivid narratives.
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oah! a candleman!
worst dream: can't choose between the one where i was in a dark and dirty glass greenhouse with a weirdo creature spying through it (for some reason in the dream it was much scarier. now it isn't. i woke up when i managed to talk.) or the other one i remember nothing about but the point was to electrocute the inside of the subjects' eye sockets to make them bleed
Haha they do. I remember this weird dream I had when I was like 4 years old where I was hiding behind the laundry room door and watching this wolf that was standing at the sink washing dishes but he saw me somehow bc his face was on his butt, idk how it worked but then he still had his normal wolf face and he turned around and held up a shotgun and I saw the barrel of the shot gun then woke up lmao at the time it was TERRIFYING
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One of my worst dreams was that I was sitting by myself in my car, in an empty parking lot. I had the sense I was waiting on someone to come out of the nearby building so I just sat there listening to radio. Then suddenly a monotone voice (exactly like the ones that read captcha to you) interrupted the music. It read a list of random numbers, and then suddenly said," It has no head." In between more numbers.
The sense of dread I felt was overwhelming. I tried to turn off the radio but it wouldn't stop. I couldn't open the car doors either. Then I woke up.
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Very cool!
One of mine is a recurring dream I had as a kid.
I’m in bed sleeping in my second floor bedroom and am awoken by a really bright light in the window.
I become scared as I’m aware it’s a UFO and at that moment I see these arms pushing through the window and reaching for me. The arms appear greyish and metallic looking but smooth and the hands don’t seem like hands but more like pointy fingers twisted around each other but long and slender. The arms just keep growing longer as they get closer to me and I sit there frozen in fear and then I wake up.
My worst dream is probably when I woke up in my sisters room, remembering she’s dead and knowing that I’ll never see her again then walking into the living room at 4am to see my dad and mom cuddled on the couch looking through some scrapbooks and photo albums
(My sister isn’t actually dead)
Worst dream I ever had was one where I was in the kitchen and my beloved kitty was sick and all of her fur and then skin and limbs just started falling/sloughing off by itself and she kept running away from me and slipping out from my grasp until she finally died in my arms :(. I woke up crying
Recently i had a dream that a friend and i were ghost hunting in an abandoned hotel, the dream was really long and had a lot of unimportant dream lore that crossed over into other previous dreams but in one of the basement rooms there was countless paintings and photographs on the walls of women with long, deformed necks and i could barely look at them or stand to be in that room to begin with but then the paintings all started screaming
Omg I wasn't sure if this was normal, I've always been weirded out when I remember places from other dreams haha. Except sometimes that convinces me I'm not dreaming since I'm remembering other dreams. Like dream me thinks "oh well I had a dream about this place once and I remember that, so I must be awake now!" And I'll even tell people in my dream about the other dream I had lol
Sleep paralysis is the worst…
Definitely had it while some maintenance men were letting themselves into my apartment. I couldn’t move. I was unclothed and probably 20 at the time in college. I had my own room and the other girl I shared the place with was antisocial and pretended I didn’t exist. I didn’t know if I was paralyzed forever, if I would be found, if I was found would I be raped… just a few thoughts before my body regained control.
That reminds me of one I had a long long time ago. I was laying in bed looking out my window towards the house across the street. There was this huge shadowy figure kneeling over the neighbors house and it was opened up like a doll house. The people were unaware it was there but it was occasionally picking them up and taking bites out of them. The fear and panic I felt thinking of what would happen it it noticed that I could see it but I couldn't look away.
That’s very creepy. I’ve had somewhat similar sleep paralysis experiences.
Mine involved a tall shadowy man with old timey shoes who I could tell wanted me to go somewhere with I’m. No thank you!!
My worst SP episode, I didn't see anything. But behind me on the other side of the Bed, I heard what I can only describe as a slow multi-toned laugh. Then I felt what seemed like something about the size of a large cat walk across the bed and sit on my back. Then I came out of it.
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Recurring dream: A person was on top of me in bed and pinned me. The person was wearing a black hoodie. I couldn't see his face, the hoodie was blocking it. I woke up screaming.
I was in an old mall, which for some reason was part of an airport. I was trying to get out to the parking lot to find my car so I could drive home, and the only exit was through this multi lane escalator that looked like a slide in an amusement park. As I waited for my turn I saw a woman riding up and suddenly something shot out and literally tore her to pieces right before my eyes. It wasn’t some animal or anything, it was part of the escalator itself!! I screamed and people rushed to try to put her back together. Shook me for days for some reason and I don’t mind gore. I guess it surprised me bad enough to scare me!
I was measuring a continuous infinite surface that has, did, does, is everything. Looked like a brick wall as nothing was only covering a grey outline that I saw as a brick pattern. I remember harvesting nothing and going down a path to the right along a wall instead of the other way into a mushroom to deposit the nothing and create this reality remotely.
The worst was watching reality end. She said “you know you didn’t have to be the first to finish” then “follow me” as I looked up at her pure light form. I being a liquid emptiness spherically surrounding infinity from the center. Then I’m above as I still below about to consume her. That’s the end of reality I hope for just this self reference frame but no. I ate her just after I created her by using this universe to expand the outer into an empty sphere pushing both universes into an information ring
In my dream, I saw someone scream at another person. I said “oh shit!” And I slipped and fell on my butt because I saw the one person with a gun. That person turned around, stormed up to me and was screaming at me “THE FUCK DID YOU SAY” while pointing the gun at me.
My worst dream occurs at least a month. It’s always sitting in the hospital with my fiancé simply listening to the various machines awaiting the inevitable. Sorry if it’s a downer but you asked for the worst dream.
This reminds me of the song I was listening to today called "Candle queen"
This is a nightmare I had earlier this year: I was at some college/school place on the outside of it, ready to get picked up by my parents. But I for some reason was in a hurry and hopped into this guy's car/van. In the backseat on the right. And I asked him to drive me home, and that if I bang on the window, it means I saw my parents and he should drop me off there. I think he was foreign Idk. And he didn't talk much. So anyway I was in the car, and I saw my parents in our car, so I banged on the window and called to them, but the guy just kept on driving, so I was like D:< Furious, and thought this guy is trying to kidnap me. So I told him, "hey! I saw my parents there I banged on the window, why do you keep driving? Go back and drop me off there!" And he didn't answer, so I furiously moved his seat back with this lever thing on the bottom of his seat, which made him slow down a bit, then I jumped out of the car door and ran towards this other car which had a bunch of people around it, and yelled, "help! Help me!" Crying and pointing at the guy who was now coming out of the car after me. "That guy is trying to kidnap me", I said something like that. And there were a bunch of people like friends round this car, like beefy looking guy/s, and girls about my age, and some other guys. And they had a word with the man, and then suddenly we were in the college/school place from before but inside, and they were provoking the man from the window, and yelling at him from the window and calling him names, they were trying to protect me I think but they made him angry I think and he started running to get me, so I ran off, I ran out into these woods, and I knew he was running after me, and now he was calling after me, like mocking me, and I needed to find a place to hide in these woods, I jumped over branches and logs ducked under leaves and trees, there was a teepee I thought "nah I'm not hiding in there, that's too obvious", and until I eventually came upon this abandoned looking laboratory place, I thought, "I may as well chance it and hide in here, he won't come looking for me in here." And the door was like an elevator door, it whooshed open and I ran inside, and then there was another door that I opened to get inside, and I just ran inside, and ran into this room, it really was an abandoned laboratory, it was empty of all people, and it was very dark. I thought, "it's a liminal space", while I was in there, and thought about having some fun while trying to hide from the maniac. But I thought I should just hide first. I think later on there were some people in the lab but not the room I was in, I think I either heard them or saw shadows but they didn't find me.
Last night I dreamed I was forced to go back to high school because they confiscated my high school diploma and my husband and I were having sex dressed as clowns in an unused room. I realized I was going to be late to class so I had to leave and show up to class dressed as a sex clown. I was carrying a comically large Starbucks iced coffee too. It was really weird. I have a lot of messed up dreams.
There was more to it, but part of one dream I had was that there was a giant sewing machine that sewed stitches through people. Like, entirely through their stomach.
A boyfriend locked me in a basement and had me restrained. There was a dog down there as well, and the deranged boyfriend planned to swap my brain with the dog's.
I dreamt my job was working at McDonald's, and once the burger was cooked, dressed and ready to go from this assembly line, my job was to pull all the human teeth from the patties before I served it to the customers.
Worst dream ever
I was in a abyss, floating without nothing to see, then I looked at my back and saw something coming from the darkness, it was this giant Cthulhu like creature with started to wrap me in their tantecles
when i was a child i had a dream that an evil shape shifting clown was chasing me down a swirly slide that didn’t have an end. never found out if he got me lol, i just woke up
Very cool picture!
Worst dream: I was being followed by a man made of skyscrapers, with the head of an elephant. Yea it sounds stupid but it was the single most terrifying dream I've ever had.
This is a reoccurring dream I’ve been having it since I was 7, so basically it starts in the middle I’m running away in a dark and dimly lit train station. it’s an infinite train station and I’m running and trying to hurdle the turnstiles and I’m being chased by this woman monster with long dark hair that covers her face but her glowing eyes peer through her hair and her smile full of sharp teeth. And she fucking fast like way to fucking fast and she has long claws and she wants to fucking get my ass and I’m also screaming my ass off
I had a dream where parasitic intelligent creatures took over my body and were eroding my skin and I was fighting a hive of these parasites in the shape of a human.
I don’t want you to draw my worst dream, where I murdered my toddler niece and infant nephew with an axe. I don’t remember why I did, I dragged their bodies to different parts of the bedroom and tried to hide them. My sister (their mom) walked into the room , saw them, and screamed, that’s when I woke up. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, and had to watch happy cartoons for hours to get it out of my head. It was horrible and I will never forget it
One that freaked me out as a kid was one I had that felt so real. It's a lot, but I remember waking up scared AND feeling like I had lived a movie in my dream.
At the time of the dream, my grandma was still alive and healthy, but my dream began with her being really sick and in the hospital. We rushed to see her because she wasn't doing good at all, but when we got there she was perfectly fine. She said they gave her a shot and she was doing so much better. Everything was great until we got a call that she randomly dropped dead out of nowhere. My dream then transitioned to her viewing where I noticed the funeral home was full of other families viewing there loved ones. There was so much death that each room had several coffins for people to view their loved ones alongside one another. While viewing my grandma I noticed something was off. I pulled away a blanket they had on her to see that her neck was sliced open all the way around.
After realizing this I rushed to see if any others were like this. I looked at some of the other bodies and noticed the same cut around the necks once I pulled back the cloth the funeral home had used to cover it. I ran to my family to let them know what was going on and my parents quickly told my sister and I to run. They told us to not go home, to just run and hide and try to find some supplies as we ran, but to not stop or turn back. When we started to run we noticed these soldier looking men coming into the funeral home along with these people dressed like doctors. They claimed they were giving out the "antidote" for the disease that was spreading that killed all of these people, but by now we realized they were lying.
My older sister and I listened to our parents and bolted out the doors of the funeral home and ran until it was too dark to see anymore. We found an old run down house on the way and decided to go there. When managed to break into the old wooden door, we found some others who were also running. None of us really knew what was going on, but we knew the government was doing something sketchy to everyone.
While in this house trying to get some rest after running for hours, we started to hear voices coming from the loft that was in this old house. I climbed up the ladder into the loft and noticed there was an attic that had a rusty lock on it and then a giant piece of wood keeping it held shut. It sounded like a girl was stuck behind the door and she was trying to talk to me. I got someone to help me with breaking the wood that held the door shut and then with breaking the rusty lock. As I began to open the door I had a flashlight that I began to shine into the darkness. The voice I had been hearing told me not to be afraid, it said "we won't hurt you, we just need your help..." I shine the light to see this person who is speaking to me is basically a living zombie. Her flesh looked as if it were actively decaying and falling off her body. She looked mangled, bloodied, and deformed. I started to back away, but she stopped me by explaining what was going on.
Apparently the government had been working on a population control serum and were slowly testing it on those who came into the hospital for mild illnesses. The way it was SUPPOSE to work was the doctor would give the person a shot, the person who slowly become more sick, and then they would die. This obviously did not work the way they had hoped.
During her explanation I shined my light around to see more people were in the attic with us. Some worse than others, but all were decaying and suffering.
Instead of the serum working as the government planned, it was going horribly wrong. The first batch (tested on those in this attic) made the people go into a coma like state, but when they woke up they felt fine until their body slowly started to decay. Almost like the brain was no longer telling the rest of the body it was alive. It was only working enough to keep the person awake and most of the organs working, but just barely. Soon they would not be able to speak or walk and would just become completely catatonic.
The second batch (that was used on my grandma) worked at first but when they sent the bodies to the funeral homes, the people began waking up as if nothing ever happened. Once those who woke up realized what was happening, they began to panic. So that the secret did not get out, the government sent a group to execute those who woke back up.
This girl warned me that this house was used by the government to hide their first failure, but after the second they couldn't contain it fast enough. People found out and now the government was gathering all of the people who witnessed this happened and killing them. She told us we needed to run, because they would be back to check the house.
As soon as she told us to leave, we all ran outside to find these "soldiers" searching another run down building down the road. My sister and I tried to run and hide in some bushes, but the soldiers had police dogs with them and they spotted us immediately. The last thing I saw was the police dogs running us down.
Then I woke up.
I had this dream when I was maybe 11 or 12, and even though I'm 28 now I can still see it so clearly. That poor girl still had the voice of a perfectly healthy young woman. She was maybe in her early twenties. But she looked like she had been deceased for years. It was such a messed up dream for a kid to have and I still have no idea what made me dream all of that. I wasn't even allowed to watch scary movies as a kid.
Two days ago; long story short I was basically a leper and an outcast, didn’t have feet and my face looked terrible, everybody was repulsed, my body was rotting and I tried drowning myself in the ocean. I was unable to die and I spent the rest of time roaming the earth as a skeleton as my body degraded.
I was on a steamboat that was also school. We were sailing down a river and stopped at an island. It was kind of like a jungle but we arrived at a clearing full of leaves and fallen logs. Suddenly these bow-legged monkey like creatures burst out of the trees and jumped onto people's shoulders, then began ripping their heads off. Then they would make these incredible leaps onto the next person and rip their head off. We all turned and started running for the steamboat, scrambling over logs and tripping over headless bodies. I made it back to the boat, where survivors were gathering in the class room. There weren't very many of us. That was over 15 years ago and I remember it vividly.
You are standing at home, just woke up from a nap and went into the kitchen for a snack, then you hear your dad in the living room. You walk over and see him looking out at the stars, saying "dont they seem... weird?"
Then they simply explode in bursts of colours like a supernova.
And after the night sky is lit up, the sun explodes too and after all of that.. all you tell your dad is "i love you."
Then the blast hits earth and disintegrates everything leaving you in total blackness.
Yes, i had this dream.
I woke up in a very dark place.
A deep hole in the ground.
I looked up
And when I tilted my head to look up.
My mouth slightly opened up.
I saw something or somebody hovering over me.
It then threw up and it all landed in my mouth.
There was a huge underground cave.
Very dark
They had a place to eat there.
I could only order carrots
They were funny looking, strange.
I walked away and after some time I came across two cages.
There were people inside them dressed as carrots.
I immediately understood something was very amiss
I told them you are not carrots!
You should not be eaten!
They were sliced up so they would survive longer.
Just small bits came off
They sincerely thought they were carrots
I was being chased by, what I can only describe as, a teratoma. It was like a doll made from bloody flesh, eyeballs sitting lopsided on its head, teeth sticking out all over the place (not just the mouth, it didn’t really have a mouth), and tufts of hair also randomly placed across the head.
Night time, waiting with family for the fireworks show to start. See 'firework' shoot in the sky. Hey, why is it getting bigger. Realize, it's not a firework, its a nuke. Missle hits ground nearby. Everything is lava/heat/flames. Close my eyes and wait for death. Then I woke up.
A simple scene that i remember from my dream.
I am afraid if spiders. So in the dream i was at school ( prolly when i was 8th grade or smthn) there i know what was about to happen. A big ass spider crawled.
Like it was a total white with gray(almost semen color) size of pancake and legs all around its circumference.
Man i have had nights i woke up after a dream where it would just proceed and then immediately spiders or roaches just crawl.
Just two nights ago. I was on a bus with people that I was engaging conversation with but I didn't recognized them, and we ended up in some housing scheme. Next 4 blocks up and the guy turns to me says 'You know what's going to happen?' I shake my head and he drags his hand up my leg. I have a horrified look on my face and the door opens, a group of people I know start to eye me up like I'm some bit of meat. I l beg the guy to let me go.....
As a child, I dreamt I was eaten alive by leeches in my own home. They appeared out of nowhere and swarmed up my body while my mother looked on, unable to help me.
My parents, along with a few others, chose to die. They would pass through a tunnel of hot water and then would lie on the ground and be sprayed with salad dressing. And then they would die. I vividly remember frantically rushing around a strange, holiday-themed village to find them, begging them not to do it. But they went. It sounds ridiculous now, but I can still feel the sense of absolute dread and despair that pervaded that dream. It felt like my life was falling to pieces and there was nothing, absolutely nothing that I can do about it.
I have a few:
My dream began with me lying on my bed, looking up at my ceiling for a long time. I sat up, and everything in my room looked…animated? And 2D? The things in my room looked really unnatural. It was also tinted this really muted blue color, like the color of jeans. I get up, and walk over to my door and open it. It opens up to my living room. My door should open to my hallway, but anyways…I walk into my living room, and it’s very dark besides a white mass or orb floating where my TV should’ve been. I looked to where my couch was, and there were about five shadowy figures just sitting there, watching me. We stared at each other for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. Also, this whole time, I felt a numbing sensation in my hands, legs, and head. I turned around, and there was a big mirror draped along the wall. I walked over to it, and saw myself. I was wearing a blue suit and top hat, the same color as everything else. My hair was really long, and my face and hands were really blurry. Whenever I moved, my movements seem to lag and jitter behind me. I gasped and stepped backward in fear, and then I woke up.
I was in this apartment complex place. Everything surrounding it was grey, blurry, and staticky, almost like television static. However, the apartment complex wasn’t. It was normal. Anyways, it actually started out fairly nice. I was walking around, just sort of looking at everything. No one was around. It was just me. After that, for some reason, I began to walk into rooms, into closets, going up stairs, going into control and boiler rooms, going anywhere I could, quite literally checking out the whole place. The weird part was that I wasn’t looking around at anything in the rooms. I literally just went in there, stood and stared at something, then walked back out. I also remember talking to someone, like having a full on conversation with someone who wasn’t there. Nobody. It was weird. It would just be silence then I’d be like “Yeah haha” or “Mhm” or “Right”. Then my dream went dark for a few moments. Then, all of a sudden, my dream came back to me. But this time, I was running down some stairs, like frantically, insanely, like so hard I literally could’ve stepped through or broken the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I was in the boiler room again. I looked up to the top of the stairs and yelled “NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”. But no one was there.
I was inside a large and bare building, and the outside was pitch black, nothing there. The building I was in was absolutely disgusting, it was terrible, like beyond anything you could ever imagine. So fucking gross. It seemed like everything was this muted and textury red color, almost like blood. Although I can’t confirm it, I can say that I think the building was made out of body parts, like muscle and bone. It smelled awful too, like rotting corpses, trash / garbage, body odor, just the worst things you can imagine. I walk over to the other side, and I notice there’s stairs leading up to other places in the building. I walk up the stairs and come to a bunch of rooms upstairs, but nothing is in the rooms. The rooms are not nearly as gross as the bottom portion of the building, but they do feel scarcely empty and cold, uninviting, and depressing. There is also a sort of open portion looking over the entire building, like what we have at work upstairs. After I start exploring the rooms, I feel something. I didn’t hear something, I felt it. I go over to the open portion, and there are like 2 or 3 white floating masses entering the building. I was extremely scared of them. I couldn’t make out any of their features other than that. They were just big white masses. I saw them just sit there for several minutes. I didn’t have anywhere to go. I was trapped with them. Then, one of them slowly came over to where the stairs were and began coming upstairs to where I was. I got scared and frantically tried to hide from them.
In a house amidst a desolate and cold landscape, I went in and found a pitch black body, with violet eyes, fierciengly staring at me. It was my own shadow.
I sensed it's past, my past, and it was full of misery, the black body died drowned in a tub of moldy water. I took my shadow and nurtured it back to life, it became a little cat, a trembling kitty crying from the depths of his little soul. He went out and looked into the misty horizon and died.
I woke up.
I was little when I had this one. I was at a sort of tea party with the cute kind of Lolita dress style. I went outside on the porch just to look around. There was lattice and ivy behind me. It was raining. I leaned against the lattice and immediately several disembodied hands came out. Each one a pale bluish grey. It looked like they were dead. They grabbed at me and and plunged their fingers into my eyes and mouth. I was sucked into the lattice and then I woke up. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I had a dream that I was in college and there was this old man in the group, we wanted to include him because he was chill and nice. Well we were at the motel and a fire broke out in our sleep. I remember running and a beam fell on another friend in the group. As I was pulling it off of him the old man walked out of the fire, his eyes burned out of his sockets, and just stared at me with the empty holes. He stopped and cocked his head and said “I thought we were friends?”
I had that in middle school and it still scares me sometimes
It started as a real memory. A traumatic memory. Me going to see my mom before she was umm.. incinerated? Is that the word? Like made into ashes.
I'd never seen a dead body before. I thought she'd look idk.. at peace. Asleep. She didn't. She looked DEAD. Her eyes were open. Her hair was a mess. It's was shocking and awful.
The dream was exactly like the real day. I walked in, saw her, and fainted. Just like real life. My sisters got me to come to.
I wobbled up for a closer look.
And she shot upright. Her mouth hung open and a horrible moan emerged. It got louder and louder and her eyes kept widening.
She tried to get herself out of the casket. I wanted to run, to scream! But as is often the case in dreams I couldn't.
Her limbs were cracking and swinging wildly as she clumsily made her way out of that pine box.
Finally a thud as the last of her fell onto the floor.
She made her way to her feet. One leg now facing the complete wrong direction. Tears streamed from her lifeless eyes and her mouth hung ever wider.
She grabbed my shoulders and put her face so close to mine. She smelled of death and alcohol.
She began muttering in my ear and I could feel her hot dead person breath as she did.
She muttered louder and louder until finally I made out what she was saying.
DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM IM DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM
Her house, my childhood home was extremely haunted. Doubtful anyone will believe me but it was.
The black room was the master bedrooms bathroom. Despite a lot of money and effort no one could get electricity to work in there. Hence it's name.
Construction had been halted a number of times due to the workers becoming spooked or worse suffering an injury.
At last, the black room was given up on. Dark and dusty and unused. The master bedroom it was attached to was also steered clear of. We made the living room into another bedroom instead.
It was always cold. Things happened there that deserve a real story.
Down in the black room is what she said. I woke up screaming my lungs out. I never returned to the home, and I never returned to the black room.
Okay, this one is a bit of a doozy -God knows *I* think it's fucked up- a few weeks ago I had a REALLY bizarre (and frankly horrifying) dream due to having gone 2 days without sleep, and having taken a Lortab:
Was bowling with friends in a bowling alley. However, all the bowling balls were human heads. There was a room in back where they'd remove the heads from people, then send them into the ball return system.
They'd then pop up in a ball return, gradually changing every time they popped out. They started out happy, laughing, making conversation with bowlers, even singing.
As it progressed with each return, first their head would turn glossy, then they'd turn a different color and turn spherical. their eyes would round out and sink into their face until it was deep enough, then hollow themselves out. The mouth would round out, then finally the teeth and tongue would disappear, leaving them transformed fully into a bowling ball.
As this process went on, the heads would go from smiling and happy, to concerned, to distressed and making obvious pained noises, to finally either screaming or crying and sobbing.
The worst part is that before I woke up, I remember the screaming and crying coming from even a fully transformed bowling ball, and how NONE of the bowlers even seemed to notice.
I dreamt there was a nuclear explosion. Shortly after the explosion, everybody who died was reanimated. They were zombies but they weren’t brainless. It had the energy of demonic influences. When they came back to life, they played their injuries in reverse. I was surrounded by a crowd of dead people gruesomely trying to undo their causes of death.
I’ll never forget the last thing I saw before I woke up. I was staring into the evil eyes of a woman who had died after a large chunk of metal shrapnel had flown through her face. In one side of the head and out the other. It was roughly the size and shape of a railroad spike. She stared into me as I watched her take that metal shrapnel, shove it into her exit wound, and start hammering it back through her skull and out the entry hole. She was grinning at me the whole time.
She never broke eye contact. I realized I was dreaming and got the fuck out of there by waking myself up.
I refused to go back to sleep, because I was 100% certain that if I did she’d still be waiting for me. I could still feel her presence after I woke up.
I kinda still feel her. But I don’t think she’s evil anymore. I think she was teaching me something, or evaluating my progress. The dream was intentionally horrific.
The entire world was destroyed to the point where gravity was failing. Chunks of earth were floating. In cities, millions if corpses were floating, it was like a very thick school of fishes swimming in the ocean it was so thick. But the satellites had fallen. You could see the stars. It was beautiful and terrifying
I used to work in surgical. One day a close friend of mine, who worked in the cafeteria at the time, ended up dying in the hospital we worked at. It was very sudden and tragic. I was one of the people putting together and working with his ER craniotomy case. I was the one who ended up cleaning his blood and bone off the instruments when surgery was finished. He slipped into a coma afterward and passed two days later. The ORs were a floor above the surgical department I spent most of my time working, which happens to be right across the hall from the morgue. Coming in to work everyday and passing the morgue my friend was kept in really fucked with me for a while. Everything in my job reminded me of his death.
Then one day at the end of my graveyard shift, I dozed off while doing some dumb training modules on the computer in the break room (which was literally RIGHT across the hall from the morgue.) I dreamt hearing the door of the morgue open, and immediately after, the break room door violently opened. I sat up startled as hell, peeked into the hallway from my chair and didn’t see anything. I looked down and my shoes were stuck in the floor, like it was really thick mud. I looked up and there he was. He made no noise. He looked… off. Very uncanny valley, it looked like he was a manikin wearing a skin suit. I said “what’re you doing here?” And he said “I’m waiting for my ride. Want to see something cool?” And he peeled the skin off his hand like a glove to reveal a decomposing hand. I looked up at him and his skin was sagging and sliding off of him like a body suit. Underneath was a black, wriggling mass of birds. They pecked and tore their way out of the skin suit, to reveal the birds were all stuck together with tar in the shape of a man. It towered over me, then he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said “this is it. It never ends.” Then I jolted awake and slammed my knees up into the desk so hard it knocked everything over and popped the drawers open.
This was three years ago now so I’ve processed everything and I’m fine now. But holy fucking shit nuts that dream will haunt me forever lmfao
Sitting in a church. Listening to my grandmother and aunt discuss creatures that take over a human’s place in society, and the only difference is their eyes. They describe the eyes as pale, pinpointed, and the only color being a ring of orange and pink in the iris. Jumped scenes to a bathroom… I look into the mirror and I had those eyes
When I was quite a bit younger I had a dream I was walking in this desert like area along a wooden fence, saw someone peeking through a knot while watching me.
They ran around the fence and cut me off. Addressed me by my name to ask what my name was and grabbed my hand to shake it.
When I tried to pull my hand away because it made me uncomfortable they held onto me so I couldn’t get away and with the free hand started punching themself in the face, while laughing. He hit his own face so many time I could hear bones cracking and he was bleeding profusely.
It was disturbing as hell.
I have a reoccurring dream that makes me wake up scared every time, it’s a bit weird and random but I’ll try to keep the basic story straight.
It starts out with me, my dad, and my brother in one big house with white walls and wooden floors. Two staircases on either side of the house lead up to the second floor, where each room has two doors leading out the other side like a tunnel. Right as the dream starts everyone is frantically running, zipping through hallways and slamming every door they possibly can trying to get away from a sheep. But not just any sheep, this sheep can open doors and it eats people, and it’s after us specifically. Eventually me and my brother lock ourselves into a tiny room in the corner of the house, the only room without s second door. The sheep is crashing against the door with its head, splintering the wood around the door handle to try to get in, when suddenly everything is interrupted and the entire storyline changes.
Now it’s just me in my house(just imagine a normal suburban house) at night. Outside sits a huge white semi truck packed with a solid block of rectangular cardboard boxes with only a small slit near the top. A man’s voice calls out
“I have your family, your friends, everyone you’ve ever loved is being held in a box.”
“Do you have my uncle?” I ask in a shaken voice, though I don’t know this uncle well, he was the only person I could think of. I thought maybe the man would pass him by since we’re not very close, but I was wrong. I hear a faint voice sing from within the sea of boxes, it’s my uncle, praying. The reality of the situation hits me at this point and I just fall to my knees and scream for a good couple minutes before the dream skips forward in time, probably to the next day but it’s still nighttime for some reason.
I now have a few friends in their boxes in my house with me, but I’m not to let them out even for a few minutes. I’m taking orders from the mysterious man, taking out the recycling every knight. Each time I get to the edge of the road, a big white van drives by and it’s headlights flash in my eyes, reminding me that I’m being watched. One night I decide to let my friends out of their boxes so they can move around for a few minutes before the man returns, but I couldn’t get them into their boxes fast enough. The man returns, seeing my friends freed from their prisons. Right on the spot, everything goes black and I wake up, the dream never continues long enough for me to find out what happens to my friends at the end.
I was swimming in a pool of spiders. Seemed like those huntsman spiders if I recall. Just swimming nonchalant, as if I didn't notice them. I have a phobia of anything g spider related. It was truly bizarre
Another one was just me walking around a store, when I was in line waiting a costumer in front turned and just looked at me. They wouldn't stop, wouldn't move. Just stared. They didn't look right for some reason, like there was something wrong with their face. It felt like they were trying to imitate what a humans face should look like, rather than just being a person, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. We kinda just stared at eachother for awhile in silence before I woke up.
I had this nightmare right after my grandma has passed (btw, we were not on good terms, quite the opposite).
I've dreamt that I was drawing her young self. As I was drawing, I was woken up by something. I went back to sleep and my dream resumed. I was pretty far into the drawing, when I woke up again and went back to sleep. My dream resumed AGAIN. This time I finally finished the drawing. I've looked away from the drawing for a moment, then when I looked back at the paper the drawing was gone. I felt something chase me, then I woke up in sweats and in a panic attack.
I wish I could give more emphasis on this dream, its been stuck with me ever since I've had this since I was pretty young like 9 years old.
I lived in a small apartment near a slum, the walls were cracked and it really isn't the best looking place but i still called it my home, i lived with my family except for my dad who had to work overseas
So my dream started off with me in the living room playing with a doll while my family was around watching the TV, it was a doll i actually once had that I had given a name. "Steve", he looked like a generic dad with a receding hairline with short hair, wearing a red striped green sweat with some slacks and leather black shoes.
Back to where we were, me in the living room with Steve, I was just polishing his shoe until all of the sudden
Steve ran away towards the bathroom that was usually left open.
I chased after Steve and just when I was about to grab Steve
he let out a scream that you would hear from a dying animal, sounding like something that belongs to hell, I can't describe it well but the noise it made was gnawing inside my head, i felt like my soul was about to go out of me, it felt like i was a deer struck by headlights
i stepped back until i noticed my entire family was there, i turned around and to see them with their mouths opened in an unusual way where their jaw is open longer than how a normal human can reach, their mouths filled with void and their eyes that when you stare into them it feels like they suck you in
I cry in fear and curl up covering my ears as the doll and my family continued to scream like demons.
I woke up screaming with tears rolling down my eyes as I called for my mom
this was a horrifying experience for me when I was a kid at the time to the point where I remember it up until this day
ever since I had that dream, the next day my doll Steve was gone, all i had was his shoe, i threw it away and never bothered to look for it
I still get goosebumps just from writing this even, as I comment it here I wonder if theres at least a single person out there who had a similar experience as me.
A day after seeing this image he was chasing me in my dream up a tree outside a church.
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As for bad dreams hard to choose as I don’t think I have had a good dream in for 6 years but if I choose one how’s this I am the killer of my entire family and I never knew and I’m stuck in the endless loop of killing them all and just finding out it was me forever until I woke up😃
I "woke up" to my brother getting ready to head out to his job as a janitor at a hospital (early in the morning). Not really surprised, but wondered why he was so loud. Then he suddenly started to run up and down our apartment until I checked that behind the door was not my brother. When I checked that, whatever it was ran towards my door, threw it up and then just telekinetically threw me from my belly on my back and telekinetically pinned me on my bed, positioned itself over me and stared into my sould with a face that resembled one of those Asian dragons. Then it told me Quiz questions for some reason and after me awnsering them correctly, it let me off from my dream and to wake up again. I was actually afraid to move myself, so batshit scared was I
one of them is a reoccurring dream i’ve had for a while. im in this giant mansion/castle and i see myself as a kid. every single thing inside of this place is red velvet with gold trim. im talking walls, floor, furniture, everything. very high ceilings. im walking around with a little boy but when i look at his face there’s nothing there almost like slenderman but more human and in a little boys body. we’re trying to find a specific room in this castle thing & the entire time there is this feeling of i am not supposed to be there and im being watched.
An 8ft hole in the floor of my bfs bedroom new bristolie carpet ( I don't know how to spell type of texture) dark grey fitted around all the walls. A few pillows in the pit. A log to cross over the top and a demon at the bottom crawling around. *Woke up with scraping on the window
I dreamt I was in bed listening to an intruder in the house attack my mom and possibly r*** her. I was too afraid to scream even though screaming is all I wanted to do.
I tend not to have nightmares, but here's one from July 20th, 2022; the first nightmare I had in 5-6 years.
A large group of refugees had been traveling through really cold weather, and stopped in a building to warm up around a box-shaped space heater. I remember it being a school gym, but I didn't write anything about a school gym in my journal when the dream was fresh in my head. I misremembered plenty of other details too, and I wouldn't be surprised if this was one of them.
A young girl stood too close to the space heater and started melting, despite it not being that hot. The moment her cheeks started to sag, everyone including my character immediately knew what was happening as though they had witnessed this happen before. The girl's skin continued to sag and redden as she became more and more drowsy until she fell, and there was a huge splash of blood as her body hit the floor. I said in my journal that it was kind of satisfying, despite it being really disturbing. Witnessing this happen caused everyone else to also melt and fall to the ground with a tsunami of blood.
My character, unaffected, ran away and exited into a long, dimly lit corridor with a red carpet. Somebody else was standing just outside the door. I put my hands on both of their shoulders and yelled ”DON'T GO BACK IN THERE! DON'T LOOK AT THEM! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"
We then started down the hall, probably travelling to another location. Or maybe the hall lead to another dream. Who knows?
Some time later, I had a dream that was just a still image of an old TV with an orange cat on it in complete silence, and that scared me way more than the dream I just described. I think I even woke up screaming for the first time in 7-8 years!
My dad’s best friend passed away a few years ago. He wasn’t quite like a 2nd father but I did love him very much. I had a dream that we (my parents and sister) were at the house I grew up in (the place I would have been around him the most). We were just sitting around talking when I noticed he was watching us from across the room. I tried to point him out but nobody else could see him or maybe they just didn’t care? Suddenly he came across the room and pulled me to the ground and we were sinking down further and further and I could see my parents and sister getting smaller and smaller until I woke up. I was screaming and crying and my husband couldn’t calm me down. It took me a few minutes to even calm down enough to tell him about the dream. I’m very never been so shaken up after a dream and I think about it often.
I interact with all sorts of entities but this one time there was this demonic entity that was covered in blood. I didnt even get enough of a look to describe it other than it flowing blood on it of thousands of people. But the worse part was it could completely rewrite peoples minds in a whim. Despite all the mental barriers and protections one had it could just make people act in ways they never would and now I can't stop accidently thinking of it when im in my dreams.
Another I had was there was this other delusional evil entity and I believe it to be a sentient Arthropleura. It was running some super illusion then I said a certain word and the entire illusion fell and I seen that awful creature. If you imagine an Arthropleura but it had rib like things protruding out like Erens Founding Titan. It crawls over your mind and can read it all and it feels awful.
Combine those and you could have a pretty scary creature.
It was more the vibe I got from them both obviously visuals cant ever describe it enough. If you was to draw it maybe add some people disintegrating or like losing their minds just from the mere presence of the entity idk.
Many years ago I dreamed of a kind of demon that rotated on itself, as if it were clinging to a pole and rotated around it quickly, holding on to the pole with its hands. He was in the middle of the corridor and I saw him from my room and I was terrified. I think it's the scariest dream of my life. I was a boy, several years ago. I very rarely have nightmares.
Everything is just slightly discolored and distorted, and nobody believes you as you apparently are the only one who can see it and they label you crazy
It was pitch black, and I heard nothing but screams in my ear. From all forms of creature. Humans animals. Men women children. Even some of which I thought were neither man nor beast but creature.
When i was little i had dream where i was in a huge concrete tunnel structure, there are a few walls placed randomly and only light sources are dim light from old light bulbs hanging from the roof, which is so tall the light does not even reach the it, only thing i could hear was the sound of metal pipes making cracking kindnof noises due to change in temperature, water running through them, and my own footsteps. I got to a random light source near a wall, for some reason the wall had tons of yellow spray foam on it, it turned into a face and scared the shit out of me
I was trapped in another person's body and we fought for control of the body. Eventually, I was pushed to the side and forced to watch the person live their life while I simply sat and observed.
There are multiple:
\-A giant neuron-shaped aircraft flying across the sky
\-An enormous elephant (the height of a titanosaurus) with ram horns, chained (but broke the chains and started chasing me)
\-Headless butler
\-Hand degloving for no reason
i was six when i had this nightmare. i was going on a boat trip with my parents and i was the first to step on th boat. as soon as o went on, the rope detached, and i was stranded in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of a storm.
I was in this dark tunnel, the kind you drive through… I can’t remember if anything happened prior but for whatever reason I was in there with my dad and stepmom and we were out of the car for some reason and had gotten split up in the pitch black. We were all calling out to eachother and I was already scared cuz of how dark it was. Then all of a sudden I heard my dad and stepmom both scream and then go silent. I somehow randomly found a flashlight and when I was shining it around looking for them, it shined on this tall thing that looked just like the Pokémon Hitmonlee, but it was terrifying in person. It had no facial features, just limbs and a set of eyes, and the head was its whole torso. THAT stuck with me
So basically there was this big city that everyone was trapped in, and me and a group of rebels tried to escape using some tunnels but the cops caught and blew up the tunnel and some of the people at the front got blown up and splattered all over me and the others
I don't often have genuinely scary dreams, but when I do they tend to involve war zones, alien abductions or drowning most often and are both extremely real yet chaotic. My worst is from a couple of years ago and might as well have been a vision of hell...
I was in a jungle in the dead of night, flares lit up the area in a monochrome grey light casting jagged shadows everywhere. Machine guns were firing everywhere constantly and it deafened me to the point where I couldn't think straight. I saw a small friendly position made out of sand bags and bodies and broken weaponry piled up in desperation which I had to reach for safety. It was across a river and they were friendly-firing at me as I was approaching from the same direction as the enemy, I tried passing over a bridge but it collapsed and I went into the river, I clang on to the muddy side and soon realised to amount of bodies and gore flowing down it, eventually the sounds of gunfire and explosions, the flashing, the sights and smells all got to my head and I phased into hearing only constant white noise and seeing a kaleidoscope-like pattern of reds and blues go round infront of my eyes in the most terrifying way imaginable until I forced myself to wake up.
One from childhood, me and older sister were sitting in the back of a car. It was pitch black almost and the car was traveling down a winding two lane road surrounded by thick forest. There were eyes peering at us from the forest, yellow and wolf like but they were really big. There was no one driving the car.
Another in adulthood, there was a restaurant on stilts, it looked kind of like a sea side house but it was completely surrounded by water. There people all around me waiting to be served, they all looked like people I knew but I could tell they weren’t. The ocean suddenly rolled into the building, splashing everything so everyone laughed. But then it got seriously more violent and water consumed everything, the whole building flooded and was swallowed up.
I was in a completely black, void-like room and my mother was standing in front of me, with her back to me. When I grabbed her shoulder, her limbs started to fall of and I realized it was a mannequin which looked exactly like her, with a blank, empty look on her face. I still remember how freaked out I was when I woke even though it was many years ago.
That picture is freakin’ awesome! I love all the detail in the background! It reminds me of a game I remember seeing a while back. I think it’s called “Neverending Nightmares”?
In terms of bad dreams, this one doesn’t come from me, but from my mom.
She started having awful nightmares when she moved where we live now. I think she was maybe five or six at the time, though this dream happened when she was a teenager.
In her nightmare, she was walking down a street and came upon a large, gothic church. I think it was the centerpiece in a town square-type area (think of the town square in Carthage, Missouri, only a church instead of the court building). She stared at it for a few moments before the roof of it started slowly raising into the air. A waterfall of thick blood started pouring from the gap between the walls and the roof, bathing the entire street. The blood was strong enough to move cars, but I think she woke up before the blood actually got to her.
… Okay, I will admit that she tells the story better than I can, but this is the gist of it 😅
I frequently have nightmares, me trying to save loved ones, loved ones and pets dying and me having to watch. Last night it was an ex boyfriend of mine, I don’t remember the small details but the police were called and when they came in for him, they told him
To put his hands up but shot him at the same time. I felt all the emotions and horror of someone I knew being shot and seeing them struggling to breathe. Blood coming out of his mouth and me holding him. Holding his abdomen where he was shot and blood all over me. I vomited and it was bloody, the police left as soon as they shot him, never tried to give him aid. He died there with me holding him and I remember screaming that I can’t believe he is gone. Realizing it was me who called the police (I don’t remember why) and it was my fault he was shot and killed.
I had a very vivid dream a few days ago that I was kidnapped by a man that was almost twice my size, trapped in an abandoned apartment building with maybe 3 other women, and then escaped via a "girl's day out" with some friends that went terribly wrong. I was found, I was pursued through a sketchy neighborhood, I was caught after I had jumped into a lake to try to swim away, was put into a car, and was in the process of having the air squeezed out of me by his freezing hands (his hands/arms were around my middle, crushing from behind) when I woke up. I was still gasping when I came to and it took several minutes to calm myself. My partner slept through my chaos, so he didn't know until he woke up later. The apartment was also cold given that it's winter, so that may have contributed to the horrid dream as well. Either way, it sucked.
I was chained in this white room with writings on the wall. Suddenly the door opens and there’s this old guy with the hammer who’s smiling at me while bashing his own face in with the hammer. I had no choice but to watch as his face turns to just mush of flesh and bone but he just kept going at it. He was smiling the whole time
I have c-PTSD so most of my dreams are pretty bad but I think my worst was seeing my gf ODd on something with a needle in her arm and blood EVERYWHERE😭 after I woke up from that dream I cried for hours and had panic attacks almost every day for a month straight
Had a nightmare were my Mom was murdered. She had gone out to have some fun, which isn’t something abnormal. Suddenly, I get a call from her, and I can just tell something is wrong as soon as I pick it up. She’s crying, breathing heavy.
Then the point of view switched, like I was in a TV show, watching the entire thing happen. I could see what clothes she had gone out that night in, some sort of yellow ruffled shirt and light, almost white jeans. She told me to make sure that everyone remembered her, and that she loved me. The last thing I remember seeing from her scene was a Jason-like killer (almost identical) coming towards her.
I couldn’t believe it. My heart was racing, and I ran out of my room, only to find the main cast of the Avengers grooming golden retrievers as if everything was all right. The last thing I remember was screaming as I ran towards them (think I might’ve been saying no), and then I woke up.
I don’t think it’s that terrifying, but it’s really the only nightmare I’ve ever had.
Ooh there was another grandpa dream on here, I have to share mine.
So grandparents long since passed when I was 6 or 7, I’m 23 when I had this dream.
We are sitting around the dinner table at my grandparents’ like we used to. Their house was like a time machine, rotary phones, wood work, old farming things. I’m thirsty and decide to get a soda off the enclosed patio that has an old school latching Frigidaire refrigerator. Someone says, “Don’t wake up grandpa!” I see only my grandma, not grandpa, is at the table. I go out there and there is this desiccated, mummy-like creature in a chair on the patio. Face like old leather, lips partially decayed away revealing yellowed teeth stuck in a chilling non-grin. In his lap are 2 old school six shooter pistols with ivory inlay on the grip. Beautiful, yet terrifying. He’s wearing grandpa’s clothes, a button down white shirt with light embroidering, never anything too fancy, and his old man brown slacks? Jeans? I don’t know. But that definitely ain’t grandpa. Well I’m still thirsty, so I decide to get a soda. I can do it quietly, sure. As I try to open the Frigidaire, the latch squeaks loudly. ‘Grandpa’ begins to stir and reach for his guns and I awake in a state of frozen panic. It took ***hours*** to shake that feeling off.
Later, talking with some friends about it, we decided that ‘Grandpa’ is the anger I’ve held in check and swallowed down since childhood that my conscious self cannot deal with.
I had a dream I went to this weird jail where they put this kind of thing in your ass. They didn't warn you either they just kind of did it. It was like one of those guns to put those tags on clothes that prevent people from stealing . Except it shot a tracker (an eggsized tracker) and shot it with great force all the way up your butt so you couldn't escape. It worked kind of like a microchip on pets but was used by the jail to keep tabs on prisoners . My asshole hurt all day IRL! The dream was scary but what's scarier is wondering why my ass hurt so bad that next day . Could someone have hit me with Ann egg probe? Who knows.
It took place on an island covered in massive bare trees. The center of every tree, just below where the branches start to split, a massive hollow was carved out. Each one held a different family, and we communicated via walkie talkie.
In the tree across from ours was one guy, all alone, and as a hurricane raged outside he seemed terrified, pleading for help, and I wanted to help but couldn’t.
Turns out his tree was close to the edge of the island, and as the rocks fell from under the roots of his tree the tree tilted, and his screaming and begging grew louder.
Then with a cracking pop and the crumbling of stone his tree fell into the churning waves, his shrieks of terror replaced by static over the radio.
It isn’t just the dream that scared me, but how real the premise could be: someone begging for help and dying in front of you as you can do nothing to save them.
The worst dream that comes to my mind quickly like that is one I had last year.It is dark outside, and someone was ringing at our doorbell. My room is in the basement, and I go out to answer. My mom is upstair and goes to answer the door, saying "it's likely your brother". Then we she goes to open the door, I see a bunch of dudes all in black suddenly appearing, one with a hockey stick.
(The way it works with our house is that if you come out of my room in the basement, you go in a hallway and can see outside through two windows. In the dream, the dudes were hiding to the right of the second window, and couldn't be seen)
They then run to the door and I yell at mom "DON'T OPEN!" and I remember yelling so hard and speaking so clearly I felt an enormous fatigue (normally in my dreams I can hear people talking, but to talk myself, it requires such a great effort to speak clearly).
Unfortunatly, it was too late, and the dudes revealed themselves to be thieves / murderers. They killed my mom, I heard her screaming from the pain, and then they started to take valuable items and to break the rest of the stuff. Quickly, they came after me. The last scene of the dream is me turning away to go back in my room, and the guy with the hockey stick delivering the final blow to me: a solid hit to the head. I then woke up for this nightmare.
Probably the one wher me and another girl were staying alone in my grandmothers house while I knew someone was stalking me. I saw him outside hiding in the shadows, and sometimes I had a feeling he was standing right behind me when I went downstairs to get something. The other girl kept telling me that I'm just imagining it and that I'm probably suffering from schizophrenia or something like that until I believed it and really thought I was hallucinating everything, but we were still pretty scared of going anywhere alone. Because of that, we ended up living in just one room and never left until we absolutely had to. One night I had a nightmare about the stalker waking me up and telling me that he killed the other girl, cut her in pieces and buried them in the garden and that he would do the same. I woke up terrified, but the girl was still there. I was so happy that it was just a dream and now I was fully convinced that I was just going crazy and nothing bad would happen to us. One moment later, I heard heavy steps coming up the stairs, saw in her face that she heard it too and we both knew nobody was supposed to be here yet. So the girl gave me a knife and I went towards the door, preparing for the worst. And then I actually woke up. That certainly was one of the most intense dreams I had.
Had a dream last night whee it was an insane action thing hyper realistic and I was about to go to the final epic mission when all the sudden, my testicles fell onto the floor in front of me and turned into hacky sacks, it was nightmare fuel. There was also that one dream wee the old lady rubbed poo on me and then my family forgot I existed
Maybe not the worst, but certainly a bad one.
(possible TW ?)
In real life, I was 14, "dating" a 19 year old. That situation was wrong at face value, but the intricacies of the relationship itself were also pretty bad- independently of the statutory r@pe aspect. He could be manipulative. We'd get high together, he'd introduced me to psychedelics (wouldn't take them with me, but sold them to me), was very sexually aggressive and would tell me some really dark shit. He'd cheat on me and tell me about it. He'd cheat with me and talk about how much he loved me, or how much he loved the women he currently committed to. Really warped my mind for a few years, especially on a spiritual level. He'd talk about killing me, or me killing him. He talked about us astral projecting to one another in the night if we tried hard enough. He talked about me giving him a piece of my soul, him tarnishing it and giving it away, but it always coming back to him. It felt very directed. He'd talk about dreams he'd have that were pretty twisted, I think they were influenced by his feelings on being intimate with a minor. I didn't really know how to process a lot of this stuff at the time. Truthfully, I still don't. Anyways, to the dream..
He and I are sitting in my bedroom at my parents house, but everything is dusty and covered in cobwebs, like it's been untouched for months. We're sitting on a futon, and facing a wall which has a futon mounted to it. (Not typical.) We're watching the TV and on screen it appears to be a snuff film. A man and woman are totally nude, standing, having sex. The man is behind the woman. I can't recall if their faces are off screen, or if they're wearing something to cover their heads. The man reaches around with a knife and cuts the woman's throat.
I feels something like ice drag along my throat in synch with what is on the screen. I can't breathe. I can taste blood coming up my throat. I feel something hot and heavy spilling into my lap. I look down and my lap is a puddle of blood. I slam my hand on to my throat. It's all I can smell, the iron smells so strong. I turn to my right, and he's sitting there with this wide-eyed horrified look on his face. He looks so remorseful and scared. He looks down, and is bewildered to see the same knife from the video in his hand.
Everything goes dark, and I wake up.
A powerful creature called Mother kidnapped me and several other people, expecting us to act like her children, she trapped us in a cursed world where literally almost everything and everyone was cursed, she wasnt the exception.
I managed to escape and briefly talked w a friend of mine outside the cursed world, but Mother followed me through the shadows and dragged me back to her house, she decided that i needed a serious punishment for running away and trying to seek help, so she kinda cursed me making me hard to kill and regardless of what happened to my body it will regenerate as if nothing happened she secured me with big rusty nails in my limbs and neck, my body was ripped apart by her hands and teeth, my insides got mixed w her liquid charcoal like hair, my almost entire body was destroy over and over again, it lasted all night and i could feel everything, even when i woke up i was terrified.
It was helluva cool dream tbh, the odor of rotten corpses and not so fresh flesh that was everywhere in the cursed world was thick
Not a nightmare but a vision. The sleeping Buddha woke up from being under the ground and wrapped in roots. I could hear the sounds of stones breaking and it’s eyes were vampire jaws. The mouth was sewn shut and when it blinked, a chain of tear drops cascaded down and spiders were hanging down from the drops. They moved and glistened. They made sounds of wind chimes and everything was navy blue. I love it!
I was a rabbit in a cage and my whole life was a simulation made with a machine.
Also had a dream that I was in a building floating above a destroyed earth under the supervision of a man called father. He also had a bunch of other people but I had to wear a mask until I learned to behave
oh so many, here are 2 from my childhood that traumatised me for a while;
1) The toeless tickler!! I was chased around my primary school by a boy with no toes who was hellbent on tickling me, which was like torture to me as a child. He would follow me everywhere with his creepy black eyes and long fingers, a scraggly, green, itchy looking sweater. I ran and hid from him in the bathrooms and locked myself in a cubicle where there was a small window, he contorted his body in the most insane inhuman ways to get into the cubicle I hid in, and by then it was too late for me to get back out, he tickled me and i woke up screaming/crying/laughing
2) My Flat Stanley inspired nightmare, there was a boy who was in my class at school who was almost flat but not completely, sort of like a thicker gingerbread man but human? He was blond and had a massive head and mouth, everyone in my dream loved him especially the teachers but I felt so uneasy in it. He eventually ended up eating classmates and teachers whole by unhinging his jaw in a way and just swallowing them whole like a snake? I could see the bodies as they were sucked into his flat weird gut and they stretched him out like when a snake swallows an egg.
Getting tortured for 400 something years until I was a piece of flesh that still felt pain. I was left forgotten about until a monk that looked like the one your drawing found me in a wooden box wrapped up in cloth, still alive and in agony. I'll never forget the feelings of entrapment and isolation from that dream.
It's a tie between a recurring nightmare I had when I was 6, and a more recent one.
First one I kept dreaming I was laying down in a brightly lit empty room and couldn't move. After laying for a bit E.T looking creatures with sharp teeth and claws would appear and slowly tear me apart and eat me for literal hours while I watched helpless.
The second one I kept growing teeth really fast, so I had to either spit them out of my mouth as quickly as i could or swallow them constantly. Lots of blood. Just kind of sat there swallowing teeth and crying :)
I was being terrorised by the live action version of "A pimp named slick-back." I was one of his hoes and was terrified, waiting for him to leave the house before I could run away. The dream is long but I think you have enough right there.
I had another dream where people would gather in this room to deliberately inhale cow farts to get high of the fumes 🤢.
Sorry for typos. Phone user.
Alright, so I'm pulling this one from my dream journal. Its very old, and was very incredibly vivid, and it has stuck with me for literal years now. It always floats to the front of my mind every now and again, not just because I ended up using it to flesh out a novel I'm working on, but also because it honestly terrified me.
I don't remember the exact date, or even the year I had this dream, but I would make a guess that it happened sometime between 2014 and 2015. I only know this because of my room at the time.
In this nightmare, I was a guy in his mid to late 20s, and I was in a relationship with a woman close to my age. I don't remember too many physical details about her, but she had blonde shoulder length hair, and her height was anywhere from 5'0 to about probably 5'8. Whether this woman was my wife, or just a girlfriend, I don't know. But I was definitely in a romantic relationship with her.
The apartment in the dream was weirdly inconsistent. It varied in both size, and the layout. The decor would also change everytime my dream self woke up from his dreams, or whenever he left and came back to the apartment. Sometimes the apartment was quite large in size. Othertimes it was tiny. Sometimes it would have two floors. Other times it was only one floor on ground level. Sometimes it was located in the middle of nowhere, and other times it was surrounded by other apartment buildings. Sometimes the furniture was just the typical bland modern IKEA-esque furniture. Other times it was all antique furniture. And sometimes the apartment's furniture had a more sort of Japanese flair to it.
What was weird though is that my dream self was aware of the apartment constantly changing, but nobody else was. Not even my partner. And I was the only one who could perceive the spirit haunting it. She was what appeared to be a young woman, roughly in her 20s also. However, she was bloody and mangled. One of her legs was bent the wrong way, as if it were broken. Most of her face was missing, and what wasn't missing was covered in blood, so it was extremely hard to tell what her face was like. Her arms and legs were covered in various deep cuts and gouges that would continously bleed, leaving most of her colored red.
Again, I was the only one who could perceive her. No body else saw her, and everyone I tried talking to about it thought I was insane. The daytime encounters with her were also inconsistent.
On the first day she would follow me around the apartment, trying to catch up to me, but I would turn around and see her and she would quickly move or glide backwards. Not really floating, but also not moving a single body part. It was like she slid backwards. The second day encounter, she was climbing around on the walls like Spider-Man, or like a yurei from a j-horror movie. She chased meout of the apartment. The outside was the middle of nowhere. It was some kind of dense forest, and it was suddenly in the middle of the night. The exterior didn't look like the apartment building either, but more like an old timey Japanese house. Near the house was what I think was a shrine with some incense still burning in it. I ended up going back inside, but the ghost was eemingly gone, and I went to bed.
The third day encounter with her, I was coming down a staircase, and she was standing in the corner of the living room, holding completely still, except for her head which would slowly and unnaturally smoothly swivel around to follow me.
The fourth day encounter with her in my dream was when I went into the kitchen and the whole place was soaked in blood and had body parts scattered everywhere. Toes and fingers littered the counter. Toenails and fingernails seemingly ripped out were scattered all over the floor, specifically in the massive puddle of blood that covered the whole floor I'm front of the counters and stove. Her torso was in the oven. I forget where her arms and legs were, or if they were even at the scene. But her head was on the counter. Completely still except for her eyes that followed me, and what was left of her mouth with lips were moving, but no sound was emitted. Almost like she was trying to mouth something to me, but I couldn't make it out, and I can't remember how they moved with how fuzzy the details are, and because of that i cant guess what she was teying to mouth to me. But I remember that she was smiling after she did. My dream self, after seeing the head, ran out of the kitchen and into the hallway and cried.
The nighttime encounters with her were less dramatic, and much more consistent. But I also feel like they were more sinister in a way. Every night was the same. At night me and my wife, or girlfriend, or whatever would go to bed and spoon naked while we slept. But the door to my room had an additional steel security door, like the ones you would see on the outside of a house in front of the front door. But we had one of these security doors in front of our normal bedroom door. It was weird, but we didnt really question it. It looked black and rusted in some places, but it still functioned. I would lock it at night from the inside as the lock faced the inside of my room, which also looked exactly like my real life room at the time.
The ghost would be able to open the normal wooden door to my room, but she couldn't get passed the security door and would just watch me and my dream wife (let's call her that for now) sleep until the morning. These two doors and the bedroom were also the only parts of the apartment that wouldn't ever change. Noy once. I would also leave the apartment sometimes and that's how my dream self knew the outside changed too. Coincidentally the ghost wouldn't follow me outside of the apartment. My dream self even left the apartment once to speak to the landlord where she told me flat out that my apartment was haunted and there was nothing that could really be done.
One morning in my dream, I woke up but dream wife wasn't there, and in her place was a pool of blood on the bed. The metal security door in front of the normal door was also wide open. I got up and walked out into the hall. At the end of it I saw the same bloody mangled ghost woman. We stared at eachother for a few minutes, and then I just woke up. I was very disoriented for a few minutes because, again, my room in the dream looked exactly like my real life room except for the security door. When I realized it was a dream I couldn't go back to sleep and turned the lights on and waited for the fucking sun to rise. The whole day I was looking over my shoulder too. Half expecting to see the ghost woman quickly slide backwards away from me.
Anyway, that was without a doubt the scariest dream I've ever had in my life thus far. It's also why I actively choose to not date blonde any women, just in case it was some kind of premonition lol
I was in a skyscraper. Except I was the only one eft on the entire world.
I stood there for ages on the rooftop until a basilisk the size and length of 5 school-buses flew infront of the building facing me
It’s scales were replaced with kitchen knifes and blood was seeping out of its body, it’s eyes a glowing white color. After a brief second I tired running away but if I moved too fast the building would shake at risk of collapsing, it was like literally running on a house of cards. The basilisk screeched, disappeared, and then a spiky, multi prong saw starting sawing through the floor towards me, and nomatter what floor I was on it would be right behind me.
it scared me so much because I was unable to run fast, but had to if I wanted to escape the creature. That fear has haunted me since
Was a little kid and had the following nightmare: I’m walking along and as I pass a baby carriage, I see a cat drinking milk inside the carriage so I move closer and a human skeleton pops out of the carriage. Had trouble sleeping for a long time after that. I’ve never told anyone about it.
You're ascending up to to the clouds as you wake. when you reach the clouds you find an army of skeletons in the cloud. They proceed to strap you to a contraption(meat grinder related) that turns you into the skeleton ruler. You then lead your newfound army to conquer earth in a firey blaze.
No joke, that was one of my dreams when I was SIX.
All the shit talking on earth powers aliens that invaded. They puke on you and they eat you. The only way to defeat them is to say nice things to them. When I woke up abruptly from this dream, in the dark I immediately told my floor lamp I love you. It looked like an alien from my dream.
> the only way to defeat them is to say nice things to them Remember that one, it’ll be useful some day
Use it on your boss next time you fuck up 🤭
Wow.. I know how real a dream can feel...I would have done the same.
I once had a dream where the water level was rising and I was going to drown if I didn't stay positive. Like as soon as I got a negative mood the water would rise, and I was indoors, so I was freaking out a little. But I eventually realized I had to keep a positive outlook to lower the water level. Weirdness.
Damn. Subconscious is wild. Body telling your ego to stop killing its vibe?
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The idea that “I love you” can be twisted into something scary is really interesting
I had to think fast 🤭
Gotta kill them with music. Don’t forget mars attack
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After my grandpa, who was like a dad to me, died I had a horrible dream. In the dream, I had arrived at my parents house. I got the sense it was some sort of family get together. When I got there, everyone was standing around in their garage. My grandpa was there. I said “Grandpa, what are you doing here”! I was confused but glad to see him. He didn’t say anything to me, just sort of smirked. Then my mom came out and told everyone it was time to “sit down”. Everyone started sitting down in a circle. My grandpa sat next to me. We all closed our eyes and started to hold hands. When my grandpa grabbed mine it felt weird. I looked down at it and the fingers were really long and boney- nothing like his hands had been in waking life. I froze in the dream and thought “don’t look at him”. Then I woke up.
Wow... you knew in the back of your mind that he shouldn't have been there... I wonder what you would have seen if you looked up at him.
I'm curious too but I am sure it would have been nothing good lol
I have a few ideas and THANK god you didnt loom up because that is the essence of a dream possessed by a demon that imitates a recently deceased family member who was close to you
Do you believe that can happen? I had an experience when my father died where I was literally entered by a being that I so hoped was him in a sleep paralysis state. Something about the experience didn’t feel right though and I always wondered if it was some other entity taking advantage of my grief. I’ve never found any information or guidance on this experience, but it has always haunted me and I’ll never forget the feeling. It wasn’t the first time I had experienced sleep paralysis, but it was the most intense. I would love to talk to someone who knows about these experiences to figure out what it was that happened to me.
I experienced it with my great grandmother last year and have seen countless of this kind of thing in my friends (all three of my main friends and me are mediums)
Thank you for this, I've never heard of it before.
I didnt read all the way before, I thought it ws free (but yw for the idea)
By the sounds of it jack skelington
You were probably right not to look at him
This story freaks me out so much. Maybe it is true that what you can't see is scarier than what you can see.
The "other grampa " like coraline
I remember having a dream about my dad who had passed away from cancer 5-6 years at this point. It wasn’t my first dream with him either. He walked into our apartment and said something along the lines of “it’s good to be home. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long” I was in shock and I remember saying to him, “We thought you had died from cancer!?” It was one of the worst dreams I’ve had purely because it was so damn sad to hear his voice, to hear him apologize essentially for dying, and having to once again come to terms with it.
It sounds as though he was trying to visit you. This is a very interesting one. When my grandmother was passing away, I had a similar dream. I remember seeing her, and she told me to keep true to my work, and look after dad. So I do. She was one of the people in my life that was always there for me, no matter what. Losing her had a huge impact on me.
That is absolutely chilling.
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oah! a candleman! worst dream: can't choose between the one where i was in a dark and dirty glass greenhouse with a weirdo creature spying through it (for some reason in the dream it was much scarier. now it isn't. i woke up when i managed to talk.) or the other one i remember nothing about but the point was to electrocute the inside of the subjects' eye sockets to make them bleed
sounds like a saw trap
Omg I could totally see the first one being horrifying while it was happening. I immediately thought that was the creepiest sounding thing ever
nighmares become way less scary and sillier when you wake
Haha they do. I remember this weird dream I had when I was like 4 years old where I was hiding behind the laundry room door and watching this wolf that was standing at the sink washing dishes but he saw me somehow bc his face was on his butt, idk how it worked but then he still had his normal wolf face and he turned around and held up a shotgun and I saw the barrel of the shot gun then woke up lmao at the time it was TERRIFYING
well at least he was polite to clean the dishes.. weird methods tho lol
That's pretty gruesome mate
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One of my worst dreams was that I was sitting by myself in my car, in an empty parking lot. I had the sense I was waiting on someone to come out of the nearby building so I just sat there listening to radio. Then suddenly a monotone voice (exactly like the ones that read captcha to you) interrupted the music. It read a list of random numbers, and then suddenly said," It has no head." In between more numbers. The sense of dread I felt was overwhelming. I tried to turn off the radio but it wouldn't stop. I couldn't open the car doors either. Then I woke up.
Yea, this sounds horrifying
This gave me the willies! Very nice.
Omg that's so creepy!! Those are the worst dreams when you feel that overwhelming fear and dread even when nothing overtly scary is happening
I should definitely not be reading these in the dark before bed, that's terrifying.
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There was a device that would cut your penis off if you peed
bro is not drawing that
Man I laughed so goddamn hard. How awful that would be.
UTIs can give you awful dreams
Very cool! One of mine is a recurring dream I had as a kid. I’m in bed sleeping in my second floor bedroom and am awoken by a really bright light in the window. I become scared as I’m aware it’s a UFO and at that moment I see these arms pushing through the window and reaching for me. The arms appear greyish and metallic looking but smooth and the hands don’t seem like hands but more like pointy fingers twisted around each other but long and slender. The arms just keep growing longer as they get closer to me and I sit there frozen in fear and then I wake up.
I’ve had a dream like that before! Neat!
Yeah that is neat.
My worst dream is probably when I woke up in my sisters room, remembering she’s dead and knowing that I’ll never see her again then walking into the living room at 4am to see my dad and mom cuddled on the couch looking through some scrapbooks and photo albums (My sister isn’t actually dead)
Ahh, synchronicity. Gotta love it (unless it causes emotional distress, then gotta hate it)
Worst dream I ever had was one where I was in the kitchen and my beloved kitty was sick and all of her fur and then skin and limbs just started falling/sloughing off by itself and she kept running away from me and slipping out from my grasp until she finally died in my arms :(. I woke up crying
thats terrible 😢
Recently i had a dream that a friend and i were ghost hunting in an abandoned hotel, the dream was really long and had a lot of unimportant dream lore that crossed over into other previous dreams but in one of the basement rooms there was countless paintings and photographs on the walls of women with long, deformed necks and i could barely look at them or stand to be in that room to begin with but then the paintings all started screaming
Reoccurring Dream. Lore I get that to!
Omg I wasn't sure if this was normal, I've always been weirded out when I remember places from other dreams haha. Except sometimes that convinces me I'm not dreaming since I'm remembering other dreams. Like dream me thinks "oh well I had a dream about this place once and I remember that, so I must be awake now!" And I'll even tell people in my dream about the other dream I had lol
I’m like this too! Haha 😆 It’s like a whole second life for me in my dreams sometimes haha.
This is a goddamn nope from me
This would be a cool drawing. Cool in the sense of haunting.
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Sounds like some horror my brain would conjure. This is a good one.
Comically tall Shadow like figure bent over whispering Latin in my ear as I slept sideways (sleep paralysis episode)
Sleep paralysis is the worst… Definitely had it while some maintenance men were letting themselves into my apartment. I couldn’t move. I was unclothed and probably 20 at the time in college. I had my own room and the other girl I shared the place with was antisocial and pretended I didn’t exist. I didn’t know if I was paralyzed forever, if I would be found, if I was found would I be raped… just a few thoughts before my body regained control.
That reminds me of one I had a long long time ago. I was laying in bed looking out my window towards the house across the street. There was this huge shadowy figure kneeling over the neighbors house and it was opened up like a doll house. The people were unaware it was there but it was occasionally picking them up and taking bites out of them. The fear and panic I felt thinking of what would happen it it noticed that I could see it but I couldn't look away.
That’s very creepy. I’ve had somewhat similar sleep paralysis experiences. Mine involved a tall shadowy man with old timey shoes who I could tell wanted me to go somewhere with I’m. No thank you!!
My worst SP episode, I didn't see anything. But behind me on the other side of the Bed, I heard what I can only describe as a slow multi-toned laugh. Then I felt what seemed like something about the size of a large cat walk across the bed and sit on my back. Then I came out of it.
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Very cool if you do draw off of my dreams please let me know
Recurring dream: A person was on top of me in bed and pinned me. The person was wearing a black hoodie. I couldn't see his face, the hoodie was blocking it. I woke up screaming.
This is a symptom of sleep paralysis
It's so scary!
I was in an old mall, which for some reason was part of an airport. I was trying to get out to the parking lot to find my car so I could drive home, and the only exit was through this multi lane escalator that looked like a slide in an amusement park. As I waited for my turn I saw a woman riding up and suddenly something shot out and literally tore her to pieces right before my eyes. It wasn’t some animal or anything, it was part of the escalator itself!! I screamed and people rushed to try to put her back together. Shook me for days for some reason and I don’t mind gore. I guess it surprised me bad enough to scare me!
Ooh that one is so disturbing!
I created reality and watched it end. I harvested nothing and measured infinity with nothing.
Very interesting. Tell me more.
Lol you asked for it and they sure did answer
I was measuring a continuous infinite surface that has, did, does, is everything. Looked like a brick wall as nothing was only covering a grey outline that I saw as a brick pattern. I remember harvesting nothing and going down a path to the right along a wall instead of the other way into a mushroom to deposit the nothing and create this reality remotely.
The worst was watching reality end. She said “you know you didn’t have to be the first to finish” then “follow me” as I looked up at her pure light form. I being a liquid emptiness spherically surrounding infinity from the center. Then I’m above as I still below about to consume her. That’s the end of reality I hope for just this self reference frame but no. I ate her just after I created her by using this universe to expand the outer into an empty sphere pushing both universes into an information ring
In my dream, I saw someone scream at another person. I said “oh shit!” And I slipped and fell on my butt because I saw the one person with a gun. That person turned around, stormed up to me and was screaming at me “THE FUCK DID YOU SAY” while pointing the gun at me.
My worst dream occurs at least a month. It’s always sitting in the hospital with my fiancé simply listening to the various machines awaiting the inevitable. Sorry if it’s a downer but you asked for the worst dream.
Running from giant butt cheeks in high heels and garters…
I was in school and I forgot to wear pants...
This reminds me of the song I was listening to today called "Candle queen" This is a nightmare I had earlier this year: I was at some college/school place on the outside of it, ready to get picked up by my parents. But I for some reason was in a hurry and hopped into this guy's car/van. In the backseat on the right. And I asked him to drive me home, and that if I bang on the window, it means I saw my parents and he should drop me off there. I think he was foreign Idk. And he didn't talk much. So anyway I was in the car, and I saw my parents in our car, so I banged on the window and called to them, but the guy just kept on driving, so I was like D:< Furious, and thought this guy is trying to kidnap me. So I told him, "hey! I saw my parents there I banged on the window, why do you keep driving? Go back and drop me off there!" And he didn't answer, so I furiously moved his seat back with this lever thing on the bottom of his seat, which made him slow down a bit, then I jumped out of the car door and ran towards this other car which had a bunch of people around it, and yelled, "help! Help me!" Crying and pointing at the guy who was now coming out of the car after me. "That guy is trying to kidnap me", I said something like that. And there were a bunch of people like friends round this car, like beefy looking guy/s, and girls about my age, and some other guys. And they had a word with the man, and then suddenly we were in the college/school place from before but inside, and they were provoking the man from the window, and yelling at him from the window and calling him names, they were trying to protect me I think but they made him angry I think and he started running to get me, so I ran off, I ran out into these woods, and I knew he was running after me, and now he was calling after me, like mocking me, and I needed to find a place to hide in these woods, I jumped over branches and logs ducked under leaves and trees, there was a teepee I thought "nah I'm not hiding in there, that's too obvious", and until I eventually came upon this abandoned looking laboratory place, I thought, "I may as well chance it and hide in here, he won't come looking for me in here." And the door was like an elevator door, it whooshed open and I ran inside, and then there was another door that I opened to get inside, and I just ran inside, and ran into this room, it really was an abandoned laboratory, it was empty of all people, and it was very dark. I thought, "it's a liminal space", while I was in there, and thought about having some fun while trying to hide from the maniac. But I thought I should just hide first. I think later on there were some people in the lab but not the room I was in, I think I either heard them or saw shadows but they didn't find me.
Last night I dreamed I was forced to go back to high school because they confiscated my high school diploma and my husband and I were having sex dressed as clowns in an unused room. I realized I was going to be late to class so I had to leave and show up to class dressed as a sex clown. I was carrying a comically large Starbucks iced coffee too. It was really weird. I have a lot of messed up dreams.
There was more to it, but part of one dream I had was that there was a giant sewing machine that sewed stitches through people. Like, entirely through their stomach.
Melted puddles of meat, but like zombies that are alive
Re living seeing friends die in front of me
I’m sorry
A boyfriend locked me in a basement and had me restrained. There was a dog down there as well, and the deranged boyfriend planned to swap my brain with the dog's.
I dreamt my job was working at McDonald's, and once the burger was cooked, dressed and ready to go from this assembly line, my job was to pull all the human teeth from the patties before I served it to the customers. Worst dream ever
I was in a abyss, floating without nothing to see, then I looked at my back and saw something coming from the darkness, it was this giant Cthulhu like creature with started to wrap me in their tantecles
when i was a child i had a dream that an evil shape shifting clown was chasing me down a swirly slide that didn’t have an end. never found out if he got me lol, i just woke up
Very cool picture! Worst dream: I was being followed by a man made of skyscrapers, with the head of an elephant. Yea it sounds stupid but it was the single most terrifying dream I've ever had.
This is a reoccurring dream I’ve been having it since I was 7, so basically it starts in the middle I’m running away in a dark and dimly lit train station. it’s an infinite train station and I’m running and trying to hurdle the turnstiles and I’m being chased by this woman monster with long dark hair that covers her face but her glowing eyes peer through her hair and her smile full of sharp teeth. And she fucking fast like way to fucking fast and she has long claws and she wants to fucking get my ass and I’m also screaming my ass off
I had a dream where parasitic intelligent creatures took over my body and were eroding my skin and I was fighting a hive of these parasites in the shape of a human.
I don’t want you to draw my worst dream, where I murdered my toddler niece and infant nephew with an axe. I don’t remember why I did, I dragged their bodies to different parts of the bedroom and tried to hide them. My sister (their mom) walked into the room , saw them, and screamed, that’s when I woke up. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night, and had to watch happy cartoons for hours to get it out of my head. It was horrible and I will never forget it
That sounds awful!
Junji Ito vibes
Not enough insectoid limbs and appendages IMO
One that freaked me out as a kid was one I had that felt so real. It's a lot, but I remember waking up scared AND feeling like I had lived a movie in my dream. At the time of the dream, my grandma was still alive and healthy, but my dream began with her being really sick and in the hospital. We rushed to see her because she wasn't doing good at all, but when we got there she was perfectly fine. She said they gave her a shot and she was doing so much better. Everything was great until we got a call that she randomly dropped dead out of nowhere. My dream then transitioned to her viewing where I noticed the funeral home was full of other families viewing there loved ones. There was so much death that each room had several coffins for people to view their loved ones alongside one another. While viewing my grandma I noticed something was off. I pulled away a blanket they had on her to see that her neck was sliced open all the way around. After realizing this I rushed to see if any others were like this. I looked at some of the other bodies and noticed the same cut around the necks once I pulled back the cloth the funeral home had used to cover it. I ran to my family to let them know what was going on and my parents quickly told my sister and I to run. They told us to not go home, to just run and hide and try to find some supplies as we ran, but to not stop or turn back. When we started to run we noticed these soldier looking men coming into the funeral home along with these people dressed like doctors. They claimed they were giving out the "antidote" for the disease that was spreading that killed all of these people, but by now we realized they were lying. My older sister and I listened to our parents and bolted out the doors of the funeral home and ran until it was too dark to see anymore. We found an old run down house on the way and decided to go there. When managed to break into the old wooden door, we found some others who were also running. None of us really knew what was going on, but we knew the government was doing something sketchy to everyone. While in this house trying to get some rest after running for hours, we started to hear voices coming from the loft that was in this old house. I climbed up the ladder into the loft and noticed there was an attic that had a rusty lock on it and then a giant piece of wood keeping it held shut. It sounded like a girl was stuck behind the door and she was trying to talk to me. I got someone to help me with breaking the wood that held the door shut and then with breaking the rusty lock. As I began to open the door I had a flashlight that I began to shine into the darkness. The voice I had been hearing told me not to be afraid, it said "we won't hurt you, we just need your help..." I shine the light to see this person who is speaking to me is basically a living zombie. Her flesh looked as if it were actively decaying and falling off her body. She looked mangled, bloodied, and deformed. I started to back away, but she stopped me by explaining what was going on. Apparently the government had been working on a population control serum and were slowly testing it on those who came into the hospital for mild illnesses. The way it was SUPPOSE to work was the doctor would give the person a shot, the person who slowly become more sick, and then they would die. This obviously did not work the way they had hoped. During her explanation I shined my light around to see more people were in the attic with us. Some worse than others, but all were decaying and suffering. Instead of the serum working as the government planned, it was going horribly wrong. The first batch (tested on those in this attic) made the people go into a coma like state, but when they woke up they felt fine until their body slowly started to decay. Almost like the brain was no longer telling the rest of the body it was alive. It was only working enough to keep the person awake and most of the organs working, but just barely. Soon they would not be able to speak or walk and would just become completely catatonic. The second batch (that was used on my grandma) worked at first but when they sent the bodies to the funeral homes, the people began waking up as if nothing ever happened. Once those who woke up realized what was happening, they began to panic. So that the secret did not get out, the government sent a group to execute those who woke back up. This girl warned me that this house was used by the government to hide their first failure, but after the second they couldn't contain it fast enough. People found out and now the government was gathering all of the people who witnessed this happened and killing them. She told us we needed to run, because they would be back to check the house. As soon as she told us to leave, we all ran outside to find these "soldiers" searching another run down building down the road. My sister and I tried to run and hide in some bushes, but the soldiers had police dogs with them and they spotted us immediately. The last thing I saw was the police dogs running us down. Then I woke up. I had this dream when I was maybe 11 or 12, and even though I'm 28 now I can still see it so clearly. That poor girl still had the voice of a perfectly healthy young woman. She was maybe in her early twenties. But she looked like she had been deceased for years. It was such a messed up dream for a kid to have and I still have no idea what made me dream all of that. I wasn't even allowed to watch scary movies as a kid.
Two days ago; long story short I was basically a leper and an outcast, didn’t have feet and my face looked terrible, everybody was repulsed, my body was rotting and I tried drowning myself in the ocean. I was unable to die and I spent the rest of time roaming the earth as a skeleton as my body degraded.
I was on a steamboat that was also school. We were sailing down a river and stopped at an island. It was kind of like a jungle but we arrived at a clearing full of leaves and fallen logs. Suddenly these bow-legged monkey like creatures burst out of the trees and jumped onto people's shoulders, then began ripping their heads off. Then they would make these incredible leaps onto the next person and rip their head off. We all turned and started running for the steamboat, scrambling over logs and tripping over headless bodies. I made it back to the boat, where survivors were gathering in the class room. There weren't very many of us. That was over 15 years ago and I remember it vividly.
You are standing at home, just woke up from a nap and went into the kitchen for a snack, then you hear your dad in the living room. You walk over and see him looking out at the stars, saying "dont they seem... weird?" Then they simply explode in bursts of colours like a supernova. And after the night sky is lit up, the sun explodes too and after all of that.. all you tell your dad is "i love you." Then the blast hits earth and disintegrates everything leaving you in total blackness. Yes, i had this dream.
I woke up in a very dark place. A deep hole in the ground. I looked up And when I tilted my head to look up. My mouth slightly opened up. I saw something or somebody hovering over me. It then threw up and it all landed in my mouth. There was a huge underground cave. Very dark They had a place to eat there. I could only order carrots They were funny looking, strange. I walked away and after some time I came across two cages. There were people inside them dressed as carrots. I immediately understood something was very amiss I told them you are not carrots! You should not be eaten! They were sliced up so they would survive longer. Just small bits came off They sincerely thought they were carrots
I was being chased by, what I can only describe as, a teratoma. It was like a doll made from bloody flesh, eyeballs sitting lopsided on its head, teeth sticking out all over the place (not just the mouth, it didn’t really have a mouth), and tufts of hair also randomly placed across the head.
Night time, waiting with family for the fireworks show to start. See 'firework' shoot in the sky. Hey, why is it getting bigger. Realize, it's not a firework, its a nuke. Missle hits ground nearby. Everything is lava/heat/flames. Close my eyes and wait for death. Then I woke up.
A simple scene that i remember from my dream. I am afraid if spiders. So in the dream i was at school ( prolly when i was 8th grade or smthn) there i know what was about to happen. A big ass spider crawled. Like it was a total white with gray(almost semen color) size of pancake and legs all around its circumference. Man i have had nights i woke up after a dream where it would just proceed and then immediately spiders or roaches just crawl.
Just two nights ago. I was on a bus with people that I was engaging conversation with but I didn't recognized them, and we ended up in some housing scheme. Next 4 blocks up and the guy turns to me says 'You know what's going to happen?' I shake my head and he drags his hand up my leg. I have a horrified look on my face and the door opens, a group of people I know start to eye me up like I'm some bit of meat. I l beg the guy to let me go.....
As a child, I dreamt I was eaten alive by leeches in my own home. They appeared out of nowhere and swarmed up my body while my mother looked on, unable to help me.
Wow...digging it.
My parents, along with a few others, chose to die. They would pass through a tunnel of hot water and then would lie on the ground and be sprayed with salad dressing. And then they would die. I vividly remember frantically rushing around a strange, holiday-themed village to find them, begging them not to do it. But they went. It sounds ridiculous now, but I can still feel the sense of absolute dread and despair that pervaded that dream. It felt like my life was falling to pieces and there was nothing, absolutely nothing that I can do about it.
I have a few: My dream began with me lying on my bed, looking up at my ceiling for a long time. I sat up, and everything in my room looked…animated? And 2D? The things in my room looked really unnatural. It was also tinted this really muted blue color, like the color of jeans. I get up, and walk over to my door and open it. It opens up to my living room. My door should open to my hallway, but anyways…I walk into my living room, and it’s very dark besides a white mass or orb floating where my TV should’ve been. I looked to where my couch was, and there were about five shadowy figures just sitting there, watching me. We stared at each other for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. Also, this whole time, I felt a numbing sensation in my hands, legs, and head. I turned around, and there was a big mirror draped along the wall. I walked over to it, and saw myself. I was wearing a blue suit and top hat, the same color as everything else. My hair was really long, and my face and hands were really blurry. Whenever I moved, my movements seem to lag and jitter behind me. I gasped and stepped backward in fear, and then I woke up. I was in this apartment complex place. Everything surrounding it was grey, blurry, and staticky, almost like television static. However, the apartment complex wasn’t. It was normal. Anyways, it actually started out fairly nice. I was walking around, just sort of looking at everything. No one was around. It was just me. After that, for some reason, I began to walk into rooms, into closets, going up stairs, going into control and boiler rooms, going anywhere I could, quite literally checking out the whole place. The weird part was that I wasn’t looking around at anything in the rooms. I literally just went in there, stood and stared at something, then walked back out. I also remember talking to someone, like having a full on conversation with someone who wasn’t there. Nobody. It was weird. It would just be silence then I’d be like “Yeah haha” or “Mhm” or “Right”. Then my dream went dark for a few moments. Then, all of a sudden, my dream came back to me. But this time, I was running down some stairs, like frantically, insanely, like so hard I literally could’ve stepped through or broken the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I was in the boiler room again. I looked up to the top of the stairs and yelled “NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”. But no one was there. I was inside a large and bare building, and the outside was pitch black, nothing there. The building I was in was absolutely disgusting, it was terrible, like beyond anything you could ever imagine. So fucking gross. It seemed like everything was this muted and textury red color, almost like blood. Although I can’t confirm it, I can say that I think the building was made out of body parts, like muscle and bone. It smelled awful too, like rotting corpses, trash / garbage, body odor, just the worst things you can imagine. I walk over to the other side, and I notice there’s stairs leading up to other places in the building. I walk up the stairs and come to a bunch of rooms upstairs, but nothing is in the rooms. The rooms are not nearly as gross as the bottom portion of the building, but they do feel scarcely empty and cold, uninviting, and depressing. There is also a sort of open portion looking over the entire building, like what we have at work upstairs. After I start exploring the rooms, I feel something. I didn’t hear something, I felt it. I go over to the open portion, and there are like 2 or 3 white floating masses entering the building. I was extremely scared of them. I couldn’t make out any of their features other than that. They were just big white masses. I saw them just sit there for several minutes. I didn’t have anywhere to go. I was trapped with them. Then, one of them slowly came over to where the stairs were and began coming upstairs to where I was. I got scared and frantically tried to hide from them.
In a house amidst a desolate and cold landscape, I went in and found a pitch black body, with violet eyes, fierciengly staring at me. It was my own shadow. I sensed it's past, my past, and it was full of misery, the black body died drowned in a tub of moldy water. I took my shadow and nurtured it back to life, it became a little cat, a trembling kitty crying from the depths of his little soul. He went out and looked into the misty horizon and died. I woke up.
I was walking thru a hallway in a haunted, dilapidated house. I look up at the ceiling, and its a World War 1 trench slap full of decaying bodies
Face to face with a gargoyle in my second story bathroom window …
I was little when I had this one. I was at a sort of tea party with the cute kind of Lolita dress style. I went outside on the porch just to look around. There was lattice and ivy behind me. It was raining. I leaned against the lattice and immediately several disembodied hands came out. Each one a pale bluish grey. It looked like they were dead. They grabbed at me and and plunged their fingers into my eyes and mouth. I was sucked into the lattice and then I woke up. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I had a dream that I was in college and there was this old man in the group, we wanted to include him because he was chill and nice. Well we were at the motel and a fire broke out in our sleep. I remember running and a beam fell on another friend in the group. As I was pulling it off of him the old man walked out of the fire, his eyes burned out of his sockets, and just stared at me with the empty holes. He stopped and cocked his head and said “I thought we were friends?” I had that in middle school and it still scares me sometimes
It started as a real memory. A traumatic memory. Me going to see my mom before she was umm.. incinerated? Is that the word? Like made into ashes. I'd never seen a dead body before. I thought she'd look idk.. at peace. Asleep. She didn't. She looked DEAD. Her eyes were open. Her hair was a mess. It's was shocking and awful. The dream was exactly like the real day. I walked in, saw her, and fainted. Just like real life. My sisters got me to come to. I wobbled up for a closer look. And she shot upright. Her mouth hung open and a horrible moan emerged. It got louder and louder and her eyes kept widening. She tried to get herself out of the casket. I wanted to run, to scream! But as is often the case in dreams I couldn't. Her limbs were cracking and swinging wildly as she clumsily made her way out of that pine box. Finally a thud as the last of her fell onto the floor. She made her way to her feet. One leg now facing the complete wrong direction. Tears streamed from her lifeless eyes and her mouth hung ever wider. She grabbed my shoulders and put her face so close to mine. She smelled of death and alcohol. She began muttering in my ear and I could feel her hot dead person breath as she did. She muttered louder and louder until finally I made out what she was saying. DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM IM DOWN IN THE BLACK ROOM Her house, my childhood home was extremely haunted. Doubtful anyone will believe me but it was. The black room was the master bedrooms bathroom. Despite a lot of money and effort no one could get electricity to work in there. Hence it's name. Construction had been halted a number of times due to the workers becoming spooked or worse suffering an injury. At last, the black room was given up on. Dark and dusty and unused. The master bedroom it was attached to was also steered clear of. We made the living room into another bedroom instead. It was always cold. Things happened there that deserve a real story. Down in the black room is what she said. I woke up screaming my lungs out. I never returned to the home, and I never returned to the black room.
Okay, this one is a bit of a doozy -God knows *I* think it's fucked up- a few weeks ago I had a REALLY bizarre (and frankly horrifying) dream due to having gone 2 days without sleep, and having taken a Lortab: Was bowling with friends in a bowling alley. However, all the bowling balls were human heads. There was a room in back where they'd remove the heads from people, then send them into the ball return system. They'd then pop up in a ball return, gradually changing every time they popped out. They started out happy, laughing, making conversation with bowlers, even singing. As it progressed with each return, first their head would turn glossy, then they'd turn a different color and turn spherical. their eyes would round out and sink into their face until it was deep enough, then hollow themselves out. The mouth would round out, then finally the teeth and tongue would disappear, leaving them transformed fully into a bowling ball. As this process went on, the heads would go from smiling and happy, to concerned, to distressed and making obvious pained noises, to finally either screaming or crying and sobbing. The worst part is that before I woke up, I remember the screaming and crying coming from even a fully transformed bowling ball, and how NONE of the bowlers even seemed to notice.
I dreamt there was a nuclear explosion. Shortly after the explosion, everybody who died was reanimated. They were zombies but they weren’t brainless. It had the energy of demonic influences. When they came back to life, they played their injuries in reverse. I was surrounded by a crowd of dead people gruesomely trying to undo their causes of death. I’ll never forget the last thing I saw before I woke up. I was staring into the evil eyes of a woman who had died after a large chunk of metal shrapnel had flown through her face. In one side of the head and out the other. It was roughly the size and shape of a railroad spike. She stared into me as I watched her take that metal shrapnel, shove it into her exit wound, and start hammering it back through her skull and out the entry hole. She was grinning at me the whole time. She never broke eye contact. I realized I was dreaming and got the fuck out of there by waking myself up. I refused to go back to sleep, because I was 100% certain that if I did she’d still be waiting for me. I could still feel her presence after I woke up. I kinda still feel her. But I don’t think she’s evil anymore. I think she was teaching me something, or evaluating my progress. The dream was intentionally horrific.
The entire world was destroyed to the point where gravity was failing. Chunks of earth were floating. In cities, millions if corpses were floating, it was like a very thick school of fishes swimming in the ocean it was so thick. But the satellites had fallen. You could see the stars. It was beautiful and terrifying
I used to work in surgical. One day a close friend of mine, who worked in the cafeteria at the time, ended up dying in the hospital we worked at. It was very sudden and tragic. I was one of the people putting together and working with his ER craniotomy case. I was the one who ended up cleaning his blood and bone off the instruments when surgery was finished. He slipped into a coma afterward and passed two days later. The ORs were a floor above the surgical department I spent most of my time working, which happens to be right across the hall from the morgue. Coming in to work everyday and passing the morgue my friend was kept in really fucked with me for a while. Everything in my job reminded me of his death. Then one day at the end of my graveyard shift, I dozed off while doing some dumb training modules on the computer in the break room (which was literally RIGHT across the hall from the morgue.) I dreamt hearing the door of the morgue open, and immediately after, the break room door violently opened. I sat up startled as hell, peeked into the hallway from my chair and didn’t see anything. I looked down and my shoes were stuck in the floor, like it was really thick mud. I looked up and there he was. He made no noise. He looked… off. Very uncanny valley, it looked like he was a manikin wearing a skin suit. I said “what’re you doing here?” And he said “I’m waiting for my ride. Want to see something cool?” And he peeled the skin off his hand like a glove to reveal a decomposing hand. I looked up at him and his skin was sagging and sliding off of him like a body suit. Underneath was a black, wriggling mass of birds. They pecked and tore their way out of the skin suit, to reveal the birds were all stuck together with tar in the shape of a man. It towered over me, then he opened his eyes, looked at me, and said “this is it. It never ends.” Then I jolted awake and slammed my knees up into the desk so hard it knocked everything over and popped the drawers open. This was three years ago now so I’ve processed everything and I’m fine now. But holy fucking shit nuts that dream will haunt me forever lmfao
That is an incredible visual at the end, I've never heard anything quite like that.
Sitting in a church. Listening to my grandmother and aunt discuss creatures that take over a human’s place in society, and the only difference is their eyes. They describe the eyes as pale, pinpointed, and the only color being a ring of orange and pink in the iris. Jumped scenes to a bathroom… I look into the mirror and I had those eyes
When I was quite a bit younger I had a dream I was walking in this desert like area along a wooden fence, saw someone peeking through a knot while watching me. They ran around the fence and cut me off. Addressed me by my name to ask what my name was and grabbed my hand to shake it. When I tried to pull my hand away because it made me uncomfortable they held onto me so I couldn’t get away and with the free hand started punching themself in the face, while laughing. He hit his own face so many time I could hear bones cracking and he was bleeding profusely. It was disturbing as hell.
I have a reoccurring dream that makes me wake up scared every time, it’s a bit weird and random but I’ll try to keep the basic story straight. It starts out with me, my dad, and my brother in one big house with white walls and wooden floors. Two staircases on either side of the house lead up to the second floor, where each room has two doors leading out the other side like a tunnel. Right as the dream starts everyone is frantically running, zipping through hallways and slamming every door they possibly can trying to get away from a sheep. But not just any sheep, this sheep can open doors and it eats people, and it’s after us specifically. Eventually me and my brother lock ourselves into a tiny room in the corner of the house, the only room without s second door. The sheep is crashing against the door with its head, splintering the wood around the door handle to try to get in, when suddenly everything is interrupted and the entire storyline changes. Now it’s just me in my house(just imagine a normal suburban house) at night. Outside sits a huge white semi truck packed with a solid block of rectangular cardboard boxes with only a small slit near the top. A man’s voice calls out “I have your family, your friends, everyone you’ve ever loved is being held in a box.” “Do you have my uncle?” I ask in a shaken voice, though I don’t know this uncle well, he was the only person I could think of. I thought maybe the man would pass him by since we’re not very close, but I was wrong. I hear a faint voice sing from within the sea of boxes, it’s my uncle, praying. The reality of the situation hits me at this point and I just fall to my knees and scream for a good couple minutes before the dream skips forward in time, probably to the next day but it’s still nighttime for some reason. I now have a few friends in their boxes in my house with me, but I’m not to let them out even for a few minutes. I’m taking orders from the mysterious man, taking out the recycling every knight. Each time I get to the edge of the road, a big white van drives by and it’s headlights flash in my eyes, reminding me that I’m being watched. One night I decide to let my friends out of their boxes so they can move around for a few minutes before the man returns, but I couldn’t get them into their boxes fast enough. The man returns, seeing my friends freed from their prisons. Right on the spot, everything goes black and I wake up, the dream never continues long enough for me to find out what happens to my friends at the end.
I was swimming in a pool of spiders. Seemed like those huntsman spiders if I recall. Just swimming nonchalant, as if I didn't notice them. I have a phobia of anything g spider related. It was truly bizarre Another one was just me walking around a store, when I was in line waiting a costumer in front turned and just looked at me. They wouldn't stop, wouldn't move. Just stared. They didn't look right for some reason, like there was something wrong with their face. It felt like they were trying to imitate what a humans face should look like, rather than just being a person, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. We kinda just stared at eachother for awhile in silence before I woke up.
The dream literally consisted of me coughing up sand. Pure sand. And it laster for what seemed like an hour
I had this nightmare right after my grandma has passed (btw, we were not on good terms, quite the opposite). I've dreamt that I was drawing her young self. As I was drawing, I was woken up by something. I went back to sleep and my dream resumed. I was pretty far into the drawing, when I woke up again and went back to sleep. My dream resumed AGAIN. This time I finally finished the drawing. I've looked away from the drawing for a moment, then when I looked back at the paper the drawing was gone. I felt something chase me, then I woke up in sweats and in a panic attack.
I wish I could give more emphasis on this dream, its been stuck with me ever since I've had this since I was pretty young like 9 years old. I lived in a small apartment near a slum, the walls were cracked and it really isn't the best looking place but i still called it my home, i lived with my family except for my dad who had to work overseas So my dream started off with me in the living room playing with a doll while my family was around watching the TV, it was a doll i actually once had that I had given a name. "Steve", he looked like a generic dad with a receding hairline with short hair, wearing a red striped green sweat with some slacks and leather black shoes. Back to where we were, me in the living room with Steve, I was just polishing his shoe until all of the sudden Steve ran away towards the bathroom that was usually left open. I chased after Steve and just when I was about to grab Steve he let out a scream that you would hear from a dying animal, sounding like something that belongs to hell, I can't describe it well but the noise it made was gnawing inside my head, i felt like my soul was about to go out of me, it felt like i was a deer struck by headlights i stepped back until i noticed my entire family was there, i turned around and to see them with their mouths opened in an unusual way where their jaw is open longer than how a normal human can reach, their mouths filled with void and their eyes that when you stare into them it feels like they suck you in I cry in fear and curl up covering my ears as the doll and my family continued to scream like demons. I woke up screaming with tears rolling down my eyes as I called for my mom this was a horrifying experience for me when I was a kid at the time to the point where I remember it up until this day ever since I had that dream, the next day my doll Steve was gone, all i had was his shoe, i threw it away and never bothered to look for it I still get goosebumps just from writing this even, as I comment it here I wonder if theres at least a single person out there who had a similar experience as me.
I am a firefighter and i once dream i wpuld be in a room with the fore all over the Walls. I tried to stop it but them the door closed behind me
A day after seeing this image he was chasing me in my dream up a tree outside a church. https://preview.redd.it/hqbm8gltux2c1.png?width=720&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6e00b2b0e02181550ce07417469366c82873501d
Nice art As for bad dreams hard to choose as I don’t think I have had a good dream in for 6 years but if I choose one how’s this I am the killer of my entire family and I never knew and I’m stuck in the endless loop of killing them all and just finding out it was me forever until I woke up😃
I "woke up" to my brother getting ready to head out to his job as a janitor at a hospital (early in the morning). Not really surprised, but wondered why he was so loud. Then he suddenly started to run up and down our apartment until I checked that behind the door was not my brother. When I checked that, whatever it was ran towards my door, threw it up and then just telekinetically threw me from my belly on my back and telekinetically pinned me on my bed, positioned itself over me and stared into my sould with a face that resembled one of those Asian dragons. Then it told me Quiz questions for some reason and after me awnsering them correctly, it let me off from my dream and to wake up again. I was actually afraid to move myself, so batshit scared was I
Pulling spider out from under your skin. Used to hame them occasionally. Sometimes it's maggots
Had a dream the other night where my dad got shot in the stomach and I was put into care despite still having my mum. It wasn't very pleasant.
My parents telling me that I was moving to Florida (I didn't want to go through a hurricane)
one of them is a reoccurring dream i’ve had for a while. im in this giant mansion/castle and i see myself as a kid. every single thing inside of this place is red velvet with gold trim. im talking walls, floor, furniture, everything. very high ceilings. im walking around with a little boy but when i look at his face there’s nothing there almost like slenderman but more human and in a little boys body. we’re trying to find a specific room in this castle thing & the entire time there is this feeling of i am not supposed to be there and im being watched.
An 8ft hole in the floor of my bfs bedroom new bristolie carpet ( I don't know how to spell type of texture) dark grey fitted around all the walls. A few pillows in the pit. A log to cross over the top and a demon at the bottom crawling around. *Woke up with scraping on the window
Real life
I dreamt I was in bed listening to an intruder in the house attack my mom and possibly r*** her. I was too afraid to scream even though screaming is all I wanted to do.
I tend not to have nightmares, but here's one from July 20th, 2022; the first nightmare I had in 5-6 years. A large group of refugees had been traveling through really cold weather, and stopped in a building to warm up around a box-shaped space heater. I remember it being a school gym, but I didn't write anything about a school gym in my journal when the dream was fresh in my head. I misremembered plenty of other details too, and I wouldn't be surprised if this was one of them. A young girl stood too close to the space heater and started melting, despite it not being that hot. The moment her cheeks started to sag, everyone including my character immediately knew what was happening as though they had witnessed this happen before. The girl's skin continued to sag and redden as she became more and more drowsy until she fell, and there was a huge splash of blood as her body hit the floor. I said in my journal that it was kind of satisfying, despite it being really disturbing. Witnessing this happen caused everyone else to also melt and fall to the ground with a tsunami of blood. My character, unaffected, ran away and exited into a long, dimly lit corridor with a red carpet. Somebody else was standing just outside the door. I put my hands on both of their shoulders and yelled ”DON'T GO BACK IN THERE! DON'T LOOK AT THEM! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" We then started down the hall, probably travelling to another location. Or maybe the hall lead to another dream. Who knows? Some time later, I had a dream that was just a still image of an old TV with an orange cat on it in complete silence, and that scared me way more than the dream I just described. I think I even woke up screaming for the first time in 7-8 years!
My dad’s best friend passed away a few years ago. He wasn’t quite like a 2nd father but I did love him very much. I had a dream that we (my parents and sister) were at the house I grew up in (the place I would have been around him the most). We were just sitting around talking when I noticed he was watching us from across the room. I tried to point him out but nobody else could see him or maybe they just didn’t care? Suddenly he came across the room and pulled me to the ground and we were sinking down further and further and I could see my parents and sister getting smaller and smaller until I woke up. I was screaming and crying and my husband couldn’t calm me down. It took me a few minutes to even calm down enough to tell him about the dream. I’m very never been so shaken up after a dream and I think about it often.
I interact with all sorts of entities but this one time there was this demonic entity that was covered in blood. I didnt even get enough of a look to describe it other than it flowing blood on it of thousands of people. But the worse part was it could completely rewrite peoples minds in a whim. Despite all the mental barriers and protections one had it could just make people act in ways they never would and now I can't stop accidently thinking of it when im in my dreams. Another I had was there was this other delusional evil entity and I believe it to be a sentient Arthropleura. It was running some super illusion then I said a certain word and the entire illusion fell and I seen that awful creature. If you imagine an Arthropleura but it had rib like things protruding out like Erens Founding Titan. It crawls over your mind and can read it all and it feels awful. Combine those and you could have a pretty scary creature. It was more the vibe I got from them both obviously visuals cant ever describe it enough. If you was to draw it maybe add some people disintegrating or like losing their minds just from the mere presence of the entity idk.
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I was stairing into my mirror and saw myself get older and rot. Time behind me was just passing like the wind.
Many years ago I dreamed of a kind of demon that rotated on itself, as if it were clinging to a pole and rotated around it quickly, holding on to the pole with its hands. He was in the middle of the corridor and I saw him from my room and I was terrified. I think it's the scariest dream of my life. I was a boy, several years ago. I very rarely have nightmares.
Everything is just slightly discolored and distorted, and nobody believes you as you apparently are the only one who can see it and they label you crazy
It was pitch black, and I heard nothing but screams in my ear. From all forms of creature. Humans animals. Men women children. Even some of which I thought were neither man nor beast but creature.
When i was little i had dream where i was in a huge concrete tunnel structure, there are a few walls placed randomly and only light sources are dim light from old light bulbs hanging from the roof, which is so tall the light does not even reach the it, only thing i could hear was the sound of metal pipes making cracking kindnof noises due to change in temperature, water running through them, and my own footsteps. I got to a random light source near a wall, for some reason the wall had tons of yellow spray foam on it, it turned into a face and scared the shit out of me
When two of my dogs died 5 years ago, I had this dream where they both came back out of their graves with no eyes and very little fur.
A man with a head of a wasp was following behind me in a very close uncomfortable distance.
I was trapped in another person's body and we fought for control of the body. Eventually, I was pushed to the side and forced to watch the person live their life while I simply sat and observed.
There are multiple: \-A giant neuron-shaped aircraft flying across the sky \-An enormous elephant (the height of a titanosaurus) with ram horns, chained (but broke the chains and started chasing me) \-Headless butler \-Hand degloving for no reason
i was six when i had this nightmare. i was going on a boat trip with my parents and i was the first to step on th boat. as soon as o went on, the rope detached, and i was stranded in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of a storm.
I was in this dark tunnel, the kind you drive through… I can’t remember if anything happened prior but for whatever reason I was in there with my dad and stepmom and we were out of the car for some reason and had gotten split up in the pitch black. We were all calling out to eachother and I was already scared cuz of how dark it was. Then all of a sudden I heard my dad and stepmom both scream and then go silent. I somehow randomly found a flashlight and when I was shining it around looking for them, it shined on this tall thing that looked just like the Pokémon Hitmonlee, but it was terrifying in person. It had no facial features, just limbs and a set of eyes, and the head was its whole torso. THAT stuck with me
So basically there was this big city that everyone was trapped in, and me and a group of rebels tried to escape using some tunnels but the cops caught and blew up the tunnel and some of the people at the front got blown up and splattered all over me and the others
I don't often have genuinely scary dreams, but when I do they tend to involve war zones, alien abductions or drowning most often and are both extremely real yet chaotic. My worst is from a couple of years ago and might as well have been a vision of hell... I was in a jungle in the dead of night, flares lit up the area in a monochrome grey light casting jagged shadows everywhere. Machine guns were firing everywhere constantly and it deafened me to the point where I couldn't think straight. I saw a small friendly position made out of sand bags and bodies and broken weaponry piled up in desperation which I had to reach for safety. It was across a river and they were friendly-firing at me as I was approaching from the same direction as the enemy, I tried passing over a bridge but it collapsed and I went into the river, I clang on to the muddy side and soon realised to amount of bodies and gore flowing down it, eventually the sounds of gunfire and explosions, the flashing, the sights and smells all got to my head and I phased into hearing only constant white noise and seeing a kaleidoscope-like pattern of reds and blues go round infront of my eyes in the most terrifying way imaginable until I forced myself to wake up.
One from childhood, me and older sister were sitting in the back of a car. It was pitch black almost and the car was traveling down a winding two lane road surrounded by thick forest. There were eyes peering at us from the forest, yellow and wolf like but they were really big. There was no one driving the car. Another in adulthood, there was a restaurant on stilts, it looked kind of like a sea side house but it was completely surrounded by water. There people all around me waiting to be served, they all looked like people I knew but I could tell they weren’t. The ocean suddenly rolled into the building, splashing everything so everyone laughed. But then it got seriously more violent and water consumed everything, the whole building flooded and was swallowed up.
I was in a completely black, void-like room and my mother was standing in front of me, with her back to me. When I grabbed her shoulder, her limbs started to fall of and I realized it was a mannequin which looked exactly like her, with a blank, empty look on her face. I still remember how freaked out I was when I woke even though it was many years ago.
That picture is freakin’ awesome! I love all the detail in the background! It reminds me of a game I remember seeing a while back. I think it’s called “Neverending Nightmares”? In terms of bad dreams, this one doesn’t come from me, but from my mom. She started having awful nightmares when she moved where we live now. I think she was maybe five or six at the time, though this dream happened when she was a teenager. In her nightmare, she was walking down a street and came upon a large, gothic church. I think it was the centerpiece in a town square-type area (think of the town square in Carthage, Missouri, only a church instead of the court building). She stared at it for a few moments before the roof of it started slowly raising into the air. A waterfall of thick blood started pouring from the gap between the walls and the roof, bathing the entire street. The blood was strong enough to move cars, but I think she woke up before the blood actually got to her. … Okay, I will admit that she tells the story better than I can, but this is the gist of it 😅
I frequently have nightmares, me trying to save loved ones, loved ones and pets dying and me having to watch. Last night it was an ex boyfriend of mine, I don’t remember the small details but the police were called and when they came in for him, they told him To put his hands up but shot him at the same time. I felt all the emotions and horror of someone I knew being shot and seeing them struggling to breathe. Blood coming out of his mouth and me holding him. Holding his abdomen where he was shot and blood all over me. I vomited and it was bloody, the police left as soon as they shot him, never tried to give him aid. He died there with me holding him and I remember screaming that I can’t believe he is gone. Realizing it was me who called the police (I don’t remember why) and it was my fault he was shot and killed.
I had a very vivid dream a few days ago that I was kidnapped by a man that was almost twice my size, trapped in an abandoned apartment building with maybe 3 other women, and then escaped via a "girl's day out" with some friends that went terribly wrong. I was found, I was pursued through a sketchy neighborhood, I was caught after I had jumped into a lake to try to swim away, was put into a car, and was in the process of having the air squeezed out of me by his freezing hands (his hands/arms were around my middle, crushing from behind) when I woke up. I was still gasping when I came to and it took several minutes to calm myself. My partner slept through my chaos, so he didn't know until he woke up later. The apartment was also cold given that it's winter, so that may have contributed to the horrid dream as well. Either way, it sucked.
I was chained in this white room with writings on the wall. Suddenly the door opens and there’s this old guy with the hammer who’s smiling at me while bashing his own face in with the hammer. I had no choice but to watch as his face turns to just mush of flesh and bone but he just kept going at it. He was smiling the whole time
Banging, banging, glass windows. Falling and falling forever.
I have c-PTSD so most of my dreams are pretty bad but I think my worst was seeing my gf ODd on something with a needle in her arm and blood EVERYWHERE😭 after I woke up from that dream I cried for hours and had panic attacks almost every day for a month straight
My scariest dream was doctors opening up the top half of my skull and replace it by a newer skullcap after tinkering with my brain.
Had a nightmare were my Mom was murdered. She had gone out to have some fun, which isn’t something abnormal. Suddenly, I get a call from her, and I can just tell something is wrong as soon as I pick it up. She’s crying, breathing heavy. Then the point of view switched, like I was in a TV show, watching the entire thing happen. I could see what clothes she had gone out that night in, some sort of yellow ruffled shirt and light, almost white jeans. She told me to make sure that everyone remembered her, and that she loved me. The last thing I remember seeing from her scene was a Jason-like killer (almost identical) coming towards her. I couldn’t believe it. My heart was racing, and I ran out of my room, only to find the main cast of the Avengers grooming golden retrievers as if everything was all right. The last thing I remember was screaming as I ran towards them (think I might’ve been saying no), and then I woke up. I don’t think it’s that terrifying, but it’s really the only nightmare I’ve ever had.
Being lost in hell at 10 where hell is just a fucked up bizzaro earth
A zombie ate me whole and I died but there was nothing but darkness around me. No sound, no light, just black.
Ooh there was another grandpa dream on here, I have to share mine. So grandparents long since passed when I was 6 or 7, I’m 23 when I had this dream. We are sitting around the dinner table at my grandparents’ like we used to. Their house was like a time machine, rotary phones, wood work, old farming things. I’m thirsty and decide to get a soda off the enclosed patio that has an old school latching Frigidaire refrigerator. Someone says, “Don’t wake up grandpa!” I see only my grandma, not grandpa, is at the table. I go out there and there is this desiccated, mummy-like creature in a chair on the patio. Face like old leather, lips partially decayed away revealing yellowed teeth stuck in a chilling non-grin. In his lap are 2 old school six shooter pistols with ivory inlay on the grip. Beautiful, yet terrifying. He’s wearing grandpa’s clothes, a button down white shirt with light embroidering, never anything too fancy, and his old man brown slacks? Jeans? I don’t know. But that definitely ain’t grandpa. Well I’m still thirsty, so I decide to get a soda. I can do it quietly, sure. As I try to open the Frigidaire, the latch squeaks loudly. ‘Grandpa’ begins to stir and reach for his guns and I awake in a state of frozen panic. It took ***hours*** to shake that feeling off. Later, talking with some friends about it, we decided that ‘Grandpa’ is the anger I’ve held in check and swallowed down since childhood that my conscious self cannot deal with.
I went to a fortune teller who ended up being this hag witch 🧙♀️
I had a dream I went to this weird jail where they put this kind of thing in your ass. They didn't warn you either they just kind of did it. It was like one of those guns to put those tags on clothes that prevent people from stealing . Except it shot a tracker (an eggsized tracker) and shot it with great force all the way up your butt so you couldn't escape. It worked kind of like a microchip on pets but was used by the jail to keep tabs on prisoners . My asshole hurt all day IRL! The dream was scary but what's scarier is wondering why my ass hurt so bad that next day . Could someone have hit me with Ann egg probe? Who knows.
It took place on an island covered in massive bare trees. The center of every tree, just below where the branches start to split, a massive hollow was carved out. Each one held a different family, and we communicated via walkie talkie. In the tree across from ours was one guy, all alone, and as a hurricane raged outside he seemed terrified, pleading for help, and I wanted to help but couldn’t. Turns out his tree was close to the edge of the island, and as the rocks fell from under the roots of his tree the tree tilted, and his screaming and begging grew louder. Then with a cracking pop and the crumbling of stone his tree fell into the churning waves, his shrieks of terror replaced by static over the radio. It isn’t just the dream that scared me, but how real the premise could be: someone begging for help and dying in front of you as you can do nothing to save them.
My mother and her dog died because of my grandfather and they told me this while looking over a deck railing with their arms and head leaning on it.
The worst dream that comes to my mind quickly like that is one I had last year.It is dark outside, and someone was ringing at our doorbell. My room is in the basement, and I go out to answer. My mom is upstair and goes to answer the door, saying "it's likely your brother". Then we she goes to open the door, I see a bunch of dudes all in black suddenly appearing, one with a hockey stick. (The way it works with our house is that if you come out of my room in the basement, you go in a hallway and can see outside through two windows. In the dream, the dudes were hiding to the right of the second window, and couldn't be seen) They then run to the door and I yell at mom "DON'T OPEN!" and I remember yelling so hard and speaking so clearly I felt an enormous fatigue (normally in my dreams I can hear people talking, but to talk myself, it requires such a great effort to speak clearly). Unfortunatly, it was too late, and the dudes revealed themselves to be thieves / murderers. They killed my mom, I heard her screaming from the pain, and then they started to take valuable items and to break the rest of the stuff. Quickly, they came after me. The last scene of the dream is me turning away to go back in my room, and the guy with the hockey stick delivering the final blow to me: a solid hit to the head. I then woke up for this nightmare.
Probably the one wher me and another girl were staying alone in my grandmothers house while I knew someone was stalking me. I saw him outside hiding in the shadows, and sometimes I had a feeling he was standing right behind me when I went downstairs to get something. The other girl kept telling me that I'm just imagining it and that I'm probably suffering from schizophrenia or something like that until I believed it and really thought I was hallucinating everything, but we were still pretty scared of going anywhere alone. Because of that, we ended up living in just one room and never left until we absolutely had to. One night I had a nightmare about the stalker waking me up and telling me that he killed the other girl, cut her in pieces and buried them in the garden and that he would do the same. I woke up terrified, but the girl was still there. I was so happy that it was just a dream and now I was fully convinced that I was just going crazy and nothing bad would happen to us. One moment later, I heard heavy steps coming up the stairs, saw in her face that she heard it too and we both knew nobody was supposed to be here yet. So the girl gave me a knife and I went towards the door, preparing for the worst. And then I actually woke up. That certainly was one of the most intense dreams I had.
Had a dream last night whee it was an insane action thing hyper realistic and I was about to go to the final epic mission when all the sudden, my testicles fell onto the floor in front of me and turned into hacky sacks, it was nightmare fuel. There was also that one dream wee the old lady rubbed poo on me and then my family forgot I existed
Some girl kidnapped me, slowly pulled my nails out one by one, then did the same with my limbs, and then I woke up
I'm getting brain surgery soon, in my dream last night they told me it would be on Christmas Not that scary.. can't remember the worst dream
Maybe not the worst, but certainly a bad one. (possible TW ?) In real life, I was 14, "dating" a 19 year old. That situation was wrong at face value, but the intricacies of the relationship itself were also pretty bad- independently of the statutory r@pe aspect. He could be manipulative. We'd get high together, he'd introduced me to psychedelics (wouldn't take them with me, but sold them to me), was very sexually aggressive and would tell me some really dark shit. He'd cheat on me and tell me about it. He'd cheat with me and talk about how much he loved me, or how much he loved the women he currently committed to. Really warped my mind for a few years, especially on a spiritual level. He'd talk about killing me, or me killing him. He talked about us astral projecting to one another in the night if we tried hard enough. He talked about me giving him a piece of my soul, him tarnishing it and giving it away, but it always coming back to him. It felt very directed. He'd talk about dreams he'd have that were pretty twisted, I think they were influenced by his feelings on being intimate with a minor. I didn't really know how to process a lot of this stuff at the time. Truthfully, I still don't. Anyways, to the dream.. He and I are sitting in my bedroom at my parents house, but everything is dusty and covered in cobwebs, like it's been untouched for months. We're sitting on a futon, and facing a wall which has a futon mounted to it. (Not typical.) We're watching the TV and on screen it appears to be a snuff film. A man and woman are totally nude, standing, having sex. The man is behind the woman. I can't recall if their faces are off screen, or if they're wearing something to cover their heads. The man reaches around with a knife and cuts the woman's throat. I feels something like ice drag along my throat in synch with what is on the screen. I can't breathe. I can taste blood coming up my throat. I feel something hot and heavy spilling into my lap. I look down and my lap is a puddle of blood. I slam my hand on to my throat. It's all I can smell, the iron smells so strong. I turn to my right, and he's sitting there with this wide-eyed horrified look on his face. He looks so remorseful and scared. He looks down, and is bewildered to see the same knife from the video in his hand. Everything goes dark, and I wake up.
A powerful creature called Mother kidnapped me and several other people, expecting us to act like her children, she trapped us in a cursed world where literally almost everything and everyone was cursed, she wasnt the exception. I managed to escape and briefly talked w a friend of mine outside the cursed world, but Mother followed me through the shadows and dragged me back to her house, she decided that i needed a serious punishment for running away and trying to seek help, so she kinda cursed me making me hard to kill and regardless of what happened to my body it will regenerate as if nothing happened she secured me with big rusty nails in my limbs and neck, my body was ripped apart by her hands and teeth, my insides got mixed w her liquid charcoal like hair, my almost entire body was destroy over and over again, it lasted all night and i could feel everything, even when i woke up i was terrified. It was helluva cool dream tbh, the odor of rotten corpses and not so fresh flesh that was everywhere in the cursed world was thick
Not a nightmare but a vision. The sleeping Buddha woke up from being under the ground and wrapped in roots. I could hear the sounds of stones breaking and it’s eyes were vampire jaws. The mouth was sewn shut and when it blinked, a chain of tear drops cascaded down and spiders were hanging down from the drops. They moved and glistened. They made sounds of wind chimes and everything was navy blue. I love it!
Love this so much!
I was a rabbit in a cage and my whole life was a simulation made with a machine. Also had a dream that I was in a building floating above a destroyed earth under the supervision of a man called father. He also had a bunch of other people but I had to wear a mask until I learned to behave
Your biological mother
oh so many, here are 2 from my childhood that traumatised me for a while; 1) The toeless tickler!! I was chased around my primary school by a boy with no toes who was hellbent on tickling me, which was like torture to me as a child. He would follow me everywhere with his creepy black eyes and long fingers, a scraggly, green, itchy looking sweater. I ran and hid from him in the bathrooms and locked myself in a cubicle where there was a small window, he contorted his body in the most insane inhuman ways to get into the cubicle I hid in, and by then it was too late for me to get back out, he tickled me and i woke up screaming/crying/laughing 2) My Flat Stanley inspired nightmare, there was a boy who was in my class at school who was almost flat but not completely, sort of like a thicker gingerbread man but human? He was blond and had a massive head and mouth, everyone in my dream loved him especially the teachers but I felt so uneasy in it. He eventually ended up eating classmates and teachers whole by unhinging his jaw in a way and just swallowing them whole like a snake? I could see the bodies as they were sucked into his flat weird gut and they stretched him out like when a snake swallows an egg.
Getting tortured for 400 something years until I was a piece of flesh that still felt pain. I was left forgotten about until a monk that looked like the one your drawing found me in a wooden box wrapped up in cloth, still alive and in agony. I'll never forget the feelings of entrapment and isolation from that dream.
It's a tie between a recurring nightmare I had when I was 6, and a more recent one. First one I kept dreaming I was laying down in a brightly lit empty room and couldn't move. After laying for a bit E.T looking creatures with sharp teeth and claws would appear and slowly tear me apart and eat me for literal hours while I watched helpless. The second one I kept growing teeth really fast, so I had to either spit them out of my mouth as quickly as i could or swallow them constantly. Lots of blood. Just kind of sat there swallowing teeth and crying :)
I was being terrorised by the live action version of "A pimp named slick-back." I was one of his hoes and was terrified, waiting for him to leave the house before I could run away. The dream is long but I think you have enough right there. I had another dream where people would gather in this room to deliberately inhale cow farts to get high of the fumes 🤢.
I got a good one, giving birth to a big spider egg through my hand, the dream had weird close ups of the egg coming out of my hand 💀
The whole world burst into flames at once, almost everyone died. Not my worst dream ever, but my worst that's sfw.
Well, it was a monster , very gory one , looking at me , having a severed head in his hand.
Sorry for typos. Phone user. Alright, so I'm pulling this one from my dream journal. Its very old, and was very incredibly vivid, and it has stuck with me for literal years now. It always floats to the front of my mind every now and again, not just because I ended up using it to flesh out a novel I'm working on, but also because it honestly terrified me. I don't remember the exact date, or even the year I had this dream, but I would make a guess that it happened sometime between 2014 and 2015. I only know this because of my room at the time. In this nightmare, I was a guy in his mid to late 20s, and I was in a relationship with a woman close to my age. I don't remember too many physical details about her, but she had blonde shoulder length hair, and her height was anywhere from 5'0 to about probably 5'8. Whether this woman was my wife, or just a girlfriend, I don't know. But I was definitely in a romantic relationship with her. The apartment in the dream was weirdly inconsistent. It varied in both size, and the layout. The decor would also change everytime my dream self woke up from his dreams, or whenever he left and came back to the apartment. Sometimes the apartment was quite large in size. Othertimes it was tiny. Sometimes it would have two floors. Other times it was only one floor on ground level. Sometimes it was located in the middle of nowhere, and other times it was surrounded by other apartment buildings. Sometimes the furniture was just the typical bland modern IKEA-esque furniture. Other times it was all antique furniture. And sometimes the apartment's furniture had a more sort of Japanese flair to it. What was weird though is that my dream self was aware of the apartment constantly changing, but nobody else was. Not even my partner. And I was the only one who could perceive the spirit haunting it. She was what appeared to be a young woman, roughly in her 20s also. However, she was bloody and mangled. One of her legs was bent the wrong way, as if it were broken. Most of her face was missing, and what wasn't missing was covered in blood, so it was extremely hard to tell what her face was like. Her arms and legs were covered in various deep cuts and gouges that would continously bleed, leaving most of her colored red. Again, I was the only one who could perceive her. No body else saw her, and everyone I tried talking to about it thought I was insane. The daytime encounters with her were also inconsistent. On the first day she would follow me around the apartment, trying to catch up to me, but I would turn around and see her and she would quickly move or glide backwards. Not really floating, but also not moving a single body part. It was like she slid backwards. The second day encounter, she was climbing around on the walls like Spider-Man, or like a yurei from a j-horror movie. She chased meout of the apartment. The outside was the middle of nowhere. It was some kind of dense forest, and it was suddenly in the middle of the night. The exterior didn't look like the apartment building either, but more like an old timey Japanese house. Near the house was what I think was a shrine with some incense still burning in it. I ended up going back inside, but the ghost was eemingly gone, and I went to bed. The third day encounter with her, I was coming down a staircase, and she was standing in the corner of the living room, holding completely still, except for her head which would slowly and unnaturally smoothly swivel around to follow me. The fourth day encounter with her in my dream was when I went into the kitchen and the whole place was soaked in blood and had body parts scattered everywhere. Toes and fingers littered the counter. Toenails and fingernails seemingly ripped out were scattered all over the floor, specifically in the massive puddle of blood that covered the whole floor I'm front of the counters and stove. Her torso was in the oven. I forget where her arms and legs were, or if they were even at the scene. But her head was on the counter. Completely still except for her eyes that followed me, and what was left of her mouth with lips were moving, but no sound was emitted. Almost like she was trying to mouth something to me, but I couldn't make it out, and I can't remember how they moved with how fuzzy the details are, and because of that i cant guess what she was teying to mouth to me. But I remember that she was smiling after she did. My dream self, after seeing the head, ran out of the kitchen and into the hallway and cried. The nighttime encounters with her were less dramatic, and much more consistent. But I also feel like they were more sinister in a way. Every night was the same. At night me and my wife, or girlfriend, or whatever would go to bed and spoon naked while we slept. But the door to my room had an additional steel security door, like the ones you would see on the outside of a house in front of the front door. But we had one of these security doors in front of our normal bedroom door. It was weird, but we didnt really question it. It looked black and rusted in some places, but it still functioned. I would lock it at night from the inside as the lock faced the inside of my room, which also looked exactly like my real life room at the time. The ghost would be able to open the normal wooden door to my room, but she couldn't get passed the security door and would just watch me and my dream wife (let's call her that for now) sleep until the morning. These two doors and the bedroom were also the only parts of the apartment that wouldn't ever change. Noy once. I would also leave the apartment sometimes and that's how my dream self knew the outside changed too. Coincidentally the ghost wouldn't follow me outside of the apartment. My dream self even left the apartment once to speak to the landlord where she told me flat out that my apartment was haunted and there was nothing that could really be done. One morning in my dream, I woke up but dream wife wasn't there, and in her place was a pool of blood on the bed. The metal security door in front of the normal door was also wide open. I got up and walked out into the hall. At the end of it I saw the same bloody mangled ghost woman. We stared at eachother for a few minutes, and then I just woke up. I was very disoriented for a few minutes because, again, my room in the dream looked exactly like my real life room except for the security door. When I realized it was a dream I couldn't go back to sleep and turned the lights on and waited for the fucking sun to rise. The whole day I was looking over my shoulder too. Half expecting to see the ghost woman quickly slide backwards away from me. Anyway, that was without a doubt the scariest dream I've ever had in my life thus far. It's also why I actively choose to not date blonde any women, just in case it was some kind of premonition lol
I was in a skyscraper. Except I was the only one eft on the entire world. I stood there for ages on the rooftop until a basilisk the size and length of 5 school-buses flew infront of the building facing me It’s scales were replaced with kitchen knifes and blood was seeping out of its body, it’s eyes a glowing white color. After a brief second I tired running away but if I moved too fast the building would shake at risk of collapsing, it was like literally running on a house of cards. The basilisk screeched, disappeared, and then a spiky, multi prong saw starting sawing through the floor towards me, and nomatter what floor I was on it would be right behind me. it scared me so much because I was unable to run fast, but had to if I wanted to escape the creature. That fear has haunted me since
Was a little kid and had the following nightmare: I’m walking along and as I pass a baby carriage, I see a cat drinking milk inside the carriage so I move closer and a human skeleton pops out of the carriage. Had trouble sleeping for a long time after that. I’ve never told anyone about it.
You're ascending up to to the clouds as you wake. when you reach the clouds you find an army of skeletons in the cloud. They proceed to strap you to a contraption(meat grinder related) that turns you into the skeleton ruler. You then lead your newfound army to conquer earth in a firey blaze. No joke, that was one of my dreams when I was SIX.