donkey's, sorry.

Also, many of the nightmares I have always have a freakish violin tune playing, like a maniac playing it wildly.

Many nightmares seem to be about books, portraits and wicked people guiding me somewhere, always were the damn beast awaits.

Also, in the books nightmares, I try to shut my eyes to not see the hellish things surrounding, but I can still see everything, same goes when I try not to listen.

Giant spiders.

In the dream we were trying to fight some giant spider menace, but the things bred like the aliens from the Sigourney Weaver movies. They would somehow plant an egg inside the person, and when the egg was fully hatched, a spider the size of a small dog would crawl out of the victim's mouth, with absolutely no warning until that moment. The worst part of it was that you had no idea who was infected, so you could be in the midst of a conversation or at a party when suddenly spiders legs would crawl out of the mouths of every single person gathered there and swarm you. I hated that nightmare.

Crabs. The ones found in the ocean.

I wake up to loud clicking noises, and look to see my floor MOVING with crabs. Like, a ton of them stacked on top of eachother and scuttling around over eachother completely covering the space of my floor. I flip shit and stand up quickly on my bed as they all start to climb up my sheets towards me.

Then I woke up for real. It was fucking awful. Especially since I was 9, it made me really afraid of crabs since.

My dad wakes me up and says here you go my son some spending money and he handed me an 80 dollar bill

i woke up and said thank you

then i said fuck

I dreamt I was in the movie `the pelican brief` except I was Julia Roberts. I kept telling everyone about how bad scientology was but everyone I told about it got killed!

Stuck in a room, and the only thing I could do is play Neopets.

I remember a dream scary enough, and fucked up on top of that.

It began with some kind of cheesy meeting between good guys. There was a butler who, i knew it somehow, was a traitor.
A question is posed to the butler. An important question, supposedly. He answers something plain, then leaves.


After that, there was a basement of some sort. The butler faces the wall, we see a hole in the top-left corner.
"That's what I answered them" he says.
Big silence.
"I like a little humor, you know", he says, seeming embarassed.
Big silence again, the butler obviously wants to leave.

Then, there's this mandrill (you know, this badass monkey) face that's grinning with all its teeth.
Without stopping the grin, the mandrill says "Ha !".
Then he leaves. The butler seems scared shitless. He begins to leave, when the mandrill comes back and says "Ha !" Again.

He does that several times, until a point where the mandrill doesn't even leave between the "Ha !"s, and when it sounds like a real -but really unnatural nonetheless- laugh, the butler screams.
The mandrill somehow manages to crawl back out of the fucking hole, and walks, grinning, to the frightened butler, and end of the dream.

It sounds cheesy, but when you have it, it is not reassuring at all.

I had a nice dream about a kid who was sort of "coming of age". He was moving out of the town he had grown up in, he was only about 12, but he acted and thought like an 18 year old. He was black, and his parents were black.

His parents had divorced and stuff, but they where going to get back together and try it again, in a diffrent town. Everything was going great, you know, a little sad about him having to leave his friends and stuff, but it was going to be like a totally new life for him. Everybody was happy in the end, expectant of a bright future and good times.

At the end, they where in the car leaving the city for their new home. It was a camera-view from the back, between the two front seats and out the windshield. It was night. The father was talking with his ex-wife and son, and everything was going great, everybody said they loved eachother, heartwarming.

The father reaches over to kiss his ex, the kid screams "Dad watch out!" and points out the front windshield at a car coming head on, the dad hits the breaks but it's too late and they collide. The dad is killed instantly, the mother is thrown from the car, and the kid breaks his neck, and that's where it ends.

It was odd.

I had this dream where I got in a car crash with my entire family and died. That was the first thing that happened. After that, I ended up in the afterlife, looking like I had before I died. It was really bleak and gray.

About two minutes later, my boyfriend came. I ran over to him all happy to see him, but he completely brushed me off and seemed a bit disgusted. He told me that a year had passed in the real world and that he had totally gotten over me. He'd found out too late that he had a heart condition, though, and died. He walked off to go wait for his new girlfriend.

While I was dealing with the sadness, one of my friends (an MTF transsexual) came. She told me that seven years had passed. She had been killed in a church because she was 'a sinner' for being transsexual. She said she'd been deep in depression ever since I'd died, then went to see other people who had died.

As the dream progressed, more and more people came. In the afterlife, it felt like ten minutes had passed, but my friends had passed from being teenagers to middle aged. Yet I always stayed the same. I was a child while they all moved on and grew up.

Finally, the afterlife was saturated with people. I saw my mom (old by now) and asked her what had happened.

"Nuclear war. The world ended in 2033," she told me. And then the dream ended.

Doesn't sound like much, but it scared the crap out of me, and since then, I've made damn sure that I haven't stayed the same too much.

>>6031
sounds like a sweet movie plot

Agreed

I have been having a long series of dreams that have been persistent for about 4 years now.
While most aren't all that creepy, the first one gets to me because of personal mindfuck issues.

In the dream I can see a young man wandering down a hallway looking confused and more than a little frightened. I have never seen this young man before, but the surrounding itself was very familiar to me. It felt, to me, like it was home, and this person was intruding on very dangerous ground.

I gradually began to smile ever wider as the unwitting boy drew closer. Each step taking him further from the world he knew, deeper into mine.

The young man suddenly became aware of my presence. He didn't yet know where I was, he simply knew he was not alone. The fear widened his eyes ever so slightly, nearly causing me to laugh. I had to remain silent, however, or else he would flee and our game would be over the moment he had realized he was playing.

Ever more carefully he pressed on, lured by curiosity or a foolish drive to prove that he was too brave to fear that which he should, or whatever of a myriad of reasons bring them into my clutches. I waited for what seemed like an eternity until he was mere feet from me before I made myself known.

I seeped from the walls and floor as a dark mist, constituting myself into whatever shape he least wanted to see. Sometimes it was the form of a long dead relative that unleashed abuses far worse than anything I could ever do to a human upon them, others it was a blasphemous undulating thing. I imagine for the Japanese, it is often something with tentacles. I never knew what it was myself as it was their mind that shaped me. But my shape was not what I cared about, it what soon comes after every time I appear. None dare to stand and face me, and this would be no different.

The young man fell to his knees momentarily, uttering garbled nonsense only uttered by humans in mortal fear somewhere between pleading for their lives and crying for a higher power to save them. I approached slowly, looming over him and reaching out.

He scrambled backwards away from my clutches. Lunging to his feet he turned and ran as swiftly as his meager body could carry him, trying to run as if this were his world. But it was not his world, it was mine. One does not move swiftly by pumping two meager little tubes of bone and blood, one does so by willing it happen.

I could smell his fear, seeping from every pore on his body, leading me across any distance he would cover. As long as he was running and afraid, he was mine.

I followed him from my liar across maddening jumbles of dreamscapes, the collective images of billions of people dreaming together. Occasionally on these chases I could see what was going on in the dull and mundane lives of those humans that were not foolish enough to stumble into my corner of their dreams.

Slowly the young man struggled on, trying to make his way back to the waking world, where he would be free of me, of whatever it was he imagined me to be. Unaware that I would always be here, waiting for him.

Eventually we both reached his own mind. I am never fully aware of what is going on in their dreams, only the surroundings. We were in a small house of some kind, one I imagine came from his childhood, possibly an attempt to soothe him and make him feel safe.

It only served to trap him.

I found him cowering in a hallway, attempting to make his way to a door at the end. By summoning up such common images, he had made it easier to manipulate him.

Just as he was about to reach the door, and the safety beyond I lashed out and pulled him away from it, dragging him flailing and screaming across the wooden floor.

His thrashed and clawed and screamed, his fear driving him to panic and base animal reaction. It is at these times that a human sees what they truly are, no more self deceiving games or masks to hide behind.

This human, like all the others, was nothing more than a scared weak creature, devoid of thought for any others, only worried about itself and what I would do to it. I fed upon its mad fear, laughing at its pitiful attempts to claw free and retreat to it soft and comforting world.

The screams began to bore me eventually, and I let the creature flail free and run once more to the door it chose to signify it's escape.

As he neared the end of the hallway I began to push back the door away from him, matching the pace he was making.

He attempted to move his legs faster to run to the quickly retreating door but could not make himself actually move any faster. He screamed for help, help from his god, from his friends and relatives, anyone that could hear, and he ran still. Futily trying the only thing his dulled mind could think of to escape whatever fear he imagined me as.

I slowly approached him from behind, filling more and more of his view with darkness. Freezing his blood in his veins.

Most of the time, I let them go. Once we have met, their fear of me feeds me and keeps me strong. As long as I appear often enough to keep them thinking of me in the very corner of their minds I can find them, and then I can feed.

But sometimes we had to remind some part of the human mind that there is a reason for it to fear us. My kind can end a human when they are at their most vulnerable, in their beds, in their minds. We can do it anytime we wish.

And this time, I wished to.

I reached out with an unshaped tendril and jammed it into the young man's heart, freezing it solid. As I did so I drained away his life, what some humans would consider his soul. One this young would keep me fed for months.

Then I woke up.



The main reason this whole dream still scares the crap out of me for so many years /x/ isn't the cliched "the boy was me" kind of statements, it is that to this day, I enjoy being that creature. I got untold amounts of pleasure out of the fear he had as I chased him through his own nightmares and ended him. If offered the opportunity to do it for real I would take it up without hesitation. This dream showed me that I am indeed a monster at heart.

Not necessarily a nightmare, but the dreams that haunt me the most are the videogame-like dreams, and one of them was very.. gothic-like(in the old sens,e bot the OMFGKEWL sense) and allen poe-ish and shit.. Really dark and sad and stuff..

Well, there was this videogame about a hero wielding a sword, and the land kept changing and becoming darker and more sinister(I'm reminded a lot of zelda but more adult and really personal) and everyone he came too close to died.

One vivid part is him walking along a row of skulls and the screen panels up and a lot of long loopy handwriting(I dont know what is written) starts to play, and this really sad slow tinkling music plays, and it all suddenly becomes real, and not-pixelated(like the old snes games) and you hear him crying softly, and then it ends.

I somehow knew he killed himself, and I woke up and promptly BAWWWWWWWWWWed.

There was a lot of religious intonation(like in the silent hill movie, all the random shit about god in the background here and there) about the wise and the brave being those who suffer the most, and that they alone will really see how cold and dark things are, while the rest of us are too stupid to see the pain of something, and that's why we're happy, because we're cursed with stupidity and freedom.

...yeah..

OP must be listening to Sleepytime Gorilla Museum cd's too much. Their songs have both strange violin music AND a creature like you described called the donkey-headed adversary in the themes.

I once had a dream that my mother was a trans-sexual with a two-foot penis and she was hitting on me.

I'm not kidding, it was actually pretty Godawful.

Mine wasn't so much a nightmare as a hallucination I had in the middle of the night. A creature was standing over me, something almost as tall as the room....it was bald and had no eyes and a gaping mouth and skin white as paper, and wore long black robes, and had arms so long they dragged on the floor. I didn't even realize it but I was screaming at the top of my lungs and suddenly my light was on and my family was in my room, and my throat was in pain and my head was spinning.

>>6200
I should add that because I wasn't really asleep, it felt 100% real, which is what made it so scary.

Usually my bad dreams involve spiders in some way.

In my nightmare i woke up and there was a zombie invasion on my town and i was sleeping and some lady kept pounding on the door saying "open the door" and she said the world will end at 4:30Am and when i woke up it was in my dream and it was 4:30Am.

>>6208

That reminds me of something that happened to me once as a kid. I had just got to bed at about 9pm, and while I wasn't really dreaming, my mind was filled with random, changing images. Dreaming in a sense, then, I guess.

Anyway, the final image was of one of those classic looking "gray" aliens. Just standing there. The background behind him was just swirling colors. I heard a mumbling voice I couldn't make out, and then very loudly and clearly "Yeah, at about 10:30". I awoke suddenly at this point for no good reason, and looked at the clock behind ,me (I had a captain's bed with shelves built in.) It read 10:29 and in two seconds or so it changed to 10:30.

It really creeped me out.

>>6211

Holy crap, now that's creepy. :D

>>6146

OP here.
Not really, since I haven't heard that band you mention, actually. It's a strange coincidence, heh.

Another freaky dream that kept me wide open for a while was this, it wasn't really a nightmare.

I was in the backyard of my house, in one of those very cloudy days, were all seems kinda blue-ish. I walk to the corridor of the backyard and see a dog on a leash, standing there, watching me without moving.
My breathing was kinda wheezy, but I was calm and all, and then I kick this corpse right in front of me, completely dry, with some very deep marks in its face, like it cried and the marks stayed.
I don't even get startled or anything, and I turn back to my house, and then I find this restrained man, chained to to ground, yelling for forgiveness.
I never get surprised or angry, or anything, and then suddenly, I have this big cleaver (sorta like Rena's from Higurashi, only longer) and then raise it, and chop up one arm of the man.
The man starts squirming and screaming, then I raise up the cleaver again, and chop up the other arm, and I don't go batshit or anything, I was completely emotionless.
Then I start chopping up the legs, in a more messy way, first hooking the cleaver, and then pulling strongly.
Then there's only a torso of the man. He wasn't making a sound anymore, only tears were shed from his eyes, watching me like a very sad animal, like a dog that has been hit by a car and it's in its final breath.
He repeats ''Don't kill me please'' with a very faint voice, and I only say ''Rest in peace, my son'' and chop his head up.
The head rolls and it gazes at me, and this time it was crying even more.
I only catch a breath for an instant, grip my cleaver again, and turn were the dog was, only this time it turned into a man, and I start dragging the cleaver towards that man, wheezing again.

I've had more terrifying hallucinations than I;ve had nightmares.

One I had while I was lying in bed sleeping. I woke up, and I saw this man in front of my bed, lips moving very fast, but no words coming out. He then stops "talking" and points at me and says "Leave my home". I close my eyes tight and start talking to myself. I open them again, and he's gone.

Another was when I got moved into a new room. I woke up in the middle of the night and started to stare at my ceiling. Well, this thing comes out of the wall and starts crawling on the ceiling. It has no eyes, and it's head is made up of only two mouths. The first spoke in a heavenly voice, soft enough to sooth the soul into bliss, and the other dark and sinister, so much that it sent chills down my spine. The first mouth said I could be saved with time. The other said I'd be dragged into hell and tortured. Then, together in harmony, they laugh a laugh that would haunt your dreams.

i've had plenty of nightmares involving everything from dying, zombies and even movie monsters like jason and freddy but the worst thing that possibly happened to me took place in that strange time between consciousness and sleep.

I was 17 and had just finished getting out of High School, still living with my mom and had gone to bed after a nice long evening of GTA: III. I usually would leave the TV on since silence to me is deafening.
So Im laying there lulling off with a random movie playing (pretty sure it was cowboy bebop or something), I turn over towards the wall, and everything gets darker, colors blur into shapes, sounds muffle and mix as they usually do, when out of nowhere a voice rings into my left ear... Just typing it right now makes my hands tremble...It starts off low and baritone and lasts about 5 seconds and ends high and banshee like followed by laughter i can only describe as heath ledgers joker laugh, but longer.
I immediately shot up and looked around my room thinking someone was playing a trick on me. Nobody. I go into the hallway to check if it was my mom calling me and my brain somehow mucked it up. She's asleep. I stayed up till the sun rose that night. On the bright side though i found all 100 hidden packages that night too...

this is good
I've never come across dream threads on here before
On every other forum people's dreams have been either a) plainly fucking obvious (the meaning behind them) or b) too 'well-rounded'. the truth is that your brain isn't constructing a story. to me dreams have always been unexplainable, a number of different things spliced together, some themes that I can't identify...i've never have a dream that has an 'ending' so to speak

Here's one, no so much creepy in retrospect, but creepy at the time. Looking at this objectively, perhaps there's no interest, because it's lacking a bit. This is old stuff, I remember writing it pretty much after I woke up, and being in a hurry to be somewhere too:

Was at school [was out of school when I experienced this dream], had slight problem with nose so went to
hospital. Similar to [a hospital that was knocked down near where i live, temporarily abandoned] but more
people more like an American hospital, blinds inside. A
sense of purple prevails. Went for the emergency service
door, which isn't particularly different to others. Just says 'EMERGENCY', door is locked. A
nurse, young, grabs my arm and asks do you know where
you're going (sincerely). She has bun hair, around her
head. In to real door, a bit to the left. Surprised there
isn't another door - suddenly get vertigo, see the other
door, try apporaching, put hand on far wall, nurse helps on
to bed, i want to be able to walk but I'm under duvet. She
leaves. A mobile phone, oddly small, on desk left of bed (which is
against wall). There are buttons, but no numbers or letters. Reminded of a theme of
education or work earlier in dream. An older female doctor
comes in, expecting [my usual doctor, although the hospital/situation isn't familiar]. Asks me to do something,
press a button possibly. Then asks me to press something
else, far away. Leave
hospital, acutely steep hill, vertigo going down is bad.
Don't remember next. possibly did press a button, somewhere

-----[seems to have been two major parts to this, and I couldn't establish a link afterwards in my mind.]

NEXT SECTION: definetely been here before, don't remember
this part of the dream (possibly on way to hospital)
I'm in a sort of nightmarishly grey/black area.The floor seems sludgy or composed of metallic things. It seems like the result of human waste.
A large steel train, evidently not for people, pulls up. there is a track but no station, no people. what my back is facing is never shown, like that's the periphery of the world. the clouds seem greyer than
before). Decide to take it. Grey, brown colours, smoke and
ashes. The train does roughly a u-turn, eventually I jump off, still moving. IMPORTANT
THEME: at the place dropped off, a person
implores me to tell him about his paycheck. Haven't seen this person or place before. Back on train, can't explain this.
Warehouses destroyed to left of track simply collapsed, turned into rubble, smoking. There is one great brown factory that seems to still function,
I wonder about the guy's paycheck: reminds me of [a factory near where I live]. Get in a car. Drive along ashy road to
hospital. it seems elevated. I have to dodge between cars left out on the road.
urban area, to the right, like a dismembered New York City. Very
immediate wreckages block out much of the far away stuff.
IMPORTANT: definetely been on this road before. Can hear ocassional, isolated cries of "New York City!" out within the carnage to the right, but see nothing
At the end, coming back in to a small town/steep hills (back again), i can see a woman in the city, like a flapper from the 1920s in a tight fabric dress shout NYC. Wonder whether to
pick her up, but there's no track anyway. Do most of steep bits in car. Drop off car and
attempt to walk same section of hill (road) i came down.
Vertigo back. Don't remember getting back to hospital,
possible dream ended.

I don't have nightmares, I just have dreams. I've been dreaming every day for the past couple of weeks, it has been lovely. Yesterday, my dream involved a large black dog, Baskervillian in proportions, consuming the corpse of another large black dog, that could have been its twin. That was the most gripping image of that dream. Also, there was a three story building, the atmosphere was altogether dark around it. It had a pleasant overhang, and hanging from that overhang were a a number of corpses in various states of decay. One of them, the oldest one that was stripped of all of its flesh was moving, possibly begging me for help, maybe entreating that I join them up there. One of the big things I couldn't figure out about that was whether the hanging fellows were all suicides, or murders, or if that's just where people in this dream kept their corpses. Speaking of people, there were other people there, but they weren't important. They were annoying, running around terrified, stopping, running, stopping. Sometimes they opened their mouths, but nothing ever came out except for a whimper.

I wish I had vivid dreams like that every night. I'm going to keep doing what I've been doing in the past week in hopes that I have more. I love dreams, and whenever you don't wake up remembering your dream it's as if the rest of the day just isn't as bright.

>>6548 you have beautiful dreams.

I actually had a nightmare last night. Here's how it went:

It started out with me hiding. I was in a white, torn t-shirt and jeans. I was underwater, but I didn't seem to have an air helmet or any way to breathe, and I had the ability to run and not swim, so it was as if I wasn't. The only way I knew I was underwater was because of the surroundings. I was near a large rock bed with a sunken house on top, and I was hiding behind a piece of the debris. I was out of breath and waiting.

Then it came.

It was a gigantic eel sort of creature. It had one eye right above its gaping mouth. In the dream, I knew the creature was called the Go-og, and I knew it was looking for me. It swam past the piece of debris I was hiding behind, and it opened its mouth very close to my location. It's tongue, which was thin with a bowl shape at the end, prodded the rocks in front of it and scooped a pile of the rocks in its mouth. It got angry, and swam off, still looking for me.

I knew the creature would be back, so I ran up the rockbed into the sunken house. It was large, and it was very fancy, with sculptures, paintings, and all sorts of art everywhere. I hid behind a large pile of the debris in the house, and I waited. Eventually, the Go-og started swimming through the house. I didn't dare make a sound, so I waited until it left for another room, then I left the house and climbed down to my original hiding spot.

I believe my intent in the dream was to go back and forth until the creature gave up. It seemed ot be working until I heard a loud shout from near the entrance of the rockbed. It was my brother, shouting for me to go find some girl named Alicia. I grabbed him, covered his mouth, and hoped the monster hadn't heard. Unfortunately, it had.

It started swimming towards where I was at, and it started talking in an extremely deep voice. It said, "She's dead, you're not going to find her." It swam right up to the debris, yelled, "ALICIA!" and destroyed my hiding spot.

I ran off, and tried to get back into the house, but the monster saw me now. Instead of swimming up to eat me, though, it started using what I believe to be a sonic boom eminating from its eye to destroy the rockbed around me. It kept doing this until I made it into the house, where I jumped into an urn and waited, terrified.

Unfortunately, that's where I woke up. Pretty weird, huh?

my nightmare is this. every night for about a year i have had a dream where i watch myself kill myself i don't know why but it is the same dream every night

I had a suicide dream several years ago.
I put a 45 in my mouth and pulled the trigger.
I tasted the cordite and heard the bang as well as the ringing in my ears and in the darkness a thought to my self:"WTF did you just do?"

Hmmm... the worst one would be when I fell from a tall building into the ocean, and just kept falling while losing the ability to breath or to move. And I have to add that I have a fear of heights and a fear of deep water.
I actually screamed when I woke up.

Everytime i'm really sick, particularly a fever/flu I have the same recurring dream:

I wake up in a white room, pale covered lightly in sweat and although the room is a large room, I feel claustrophobic-like anxiety which leads to the materialization of a presence which is either a shadow or larged mirrored ball which gives chase. As this happens, usually theres like a third person view or a perspective that shows the room in which i'm being chased in is growing larger and larger making me and my desperate attempt to live "look" more and more insignificant.

The shrinkage of myself and the growth of the white room happens until I become so small, I eventually fade into the white, symbolizing purgatory I suppose

This all started when I was like 7.

I hate that dream :[

You guys seem to have a lot of suicidal dreams... I've only had one death related dream and instead of suicide, I had a handgun and killed all of my closest friends...

The scary part is that the dream "ended" in a way that would continue canonically as I woke up from the dream. After about a minute or so in a depressed trance, I would snap out of it and realize that I didn't really kill my friends..

The worst nightmare I've ever had??
Probably when I was just a tot.

I don't remember much, but I remember it was really dark. I was in this giant mansion, made from rotting wood. I remember all the windows boarded up, and running away from something. I think it was some sort of wolf beast, and I knew it was going to kill me. Then I remember being curled inside an oven, hiding, clutching my stuffed mouse doll to my chest, with my eyes tightly shut, thinking 'What you can't see, can't hurt you'.

=/

It wasn't a dream. It was a hallucination.

I dreamed a Regenerator walked into my room.

The only real nightmares I've had involved sharks, and I haven't had those for years, so I don't remember them. Last night though, I had a dream where my parents came home with pizza and when my mom came into my room to tell me that there was pizza (in dream), my mom was in my room waking me up (in reality). I was depressed at the lack of pizza.

I was sitting on my porch on the brick steps in my front yard by myself, but it was night outside. I was looking at the dark sky, and then I saw angels coming down. Small angels at first, very cartoon-like. As they got closer, they got bigger. Then there was a flash of light and I think I remember thinking when I was sleeping that crap I just died. When I woke up I felt really fucked up in the head, depressed, zombie-like. Normally angels are a good sign I guess, or this doesn't sound that bad, but for some reason it's haunted me ever since it happened.

>>7127
Oh, any opinions on this would be appreciated.

i was out side of some hospital ad i had cut my arm and needed stitches some hot female doctor sort of appeared (it made enough since at the time) and said they could use threadless stitches to fix up my arm and so then she was working on my arm sill out side with something that looked like pliers but had a hole puncher thing on the end and so shes working and the way she stich is up my arm is if youve ever seen a stapleless stapler it worked sort of like that . except it didn't she ended up just tearing large chunks of skin off until there was no way i could be stitched up due to skin falling of my arm and then i woke up.

>>7127
>>Normally angels are a good sign

Actually, angels are only a good sign in modern, fluffy religion. If you get down to the nitty-gritty with the bible, seeing an angel is one of the most terrifying events that could happen to you. They only ever truly appeared to fuck the world up; inform of famine and war, take a dying person's soul to heaven or hell (depending on life) and the only time an angel ever really delivers good news is when Gabriel tells Mary she's knocked up.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

I had a case of this once where I was not in bed yet, but was in my room. I suddenly hear a voice that seems close to me but not in any general direction. He asks me "Wan to get high?" and I begin to laugh (take not at this point in time I hadn't slept in weeks and was a little kookoo) But then realize that I'm alone in the house. the ceiling cracks open and a white light covers the whole room as this glowing beam or hand grabs me by the chest and starts lifting me towards it.

I manage to fight it off and run out of the room. I can really understand how our ancestors believed it to be demonic possession.

Weird enough, I actually fell asleep that night.

I didn't want to go to the party. Didn't know why I came, but the girl with me had insisted. Tried to do something else but my car broke down. Asked directions from a gas station clerk to get to the house.

His eyes glinted red. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, he was one of its past victims. He was helping lead us. He was a puppet.

Everyone was happy at the party. Too happy. I was uneasy, but it was nice to feel welcome. They kept shoving drinks in my hand. Didn't want to drink. Knew. I knew it was a mistake.

Made me drink. Made me drink soda, made me drink vodka, until finally I had to go to the restroom.

I told my friend, asked to leave. She pushed me to the restroom, said it was nonsense. I said no, but it was like the whole crowd, every person was suddenly glinting red, grinning, moving in such a way as to force me into the hallway. Door slams shut.

I look away. Hallway's too long. Longer than it should be. Everything's lit red. Out of the cracked restroom door shines palpable darkness, like a photo negative of shining light. I see his eyes, I see them, and I know.

The vines are growing, they're tangling my feet, they're dragging. I claw at the floor, fingernails cracked and trailing blood. Let out a scream. I know; at that moment, I KNOW I'm dead. I KNOW he's drawn me to him.


In that same dream I went through this same scenario multiple times as different people. Towards the end I started to recognize some of the soulless puppets as people I had been earlier in the dream, past victims, already dead.

I sketched it the next morning. It's been almost four months and this dream still haunts me. I'll include the doodled rendering of him here.

The part in the back was a bony protrusion - tail? Penis? I couldn't say. I thought it was a tail, cut off at a joint by some braver past victim than I.

>>7147

And here's the pic, sorry.

>>7143
It was indeed pretty terrifying. I don't know much about the bible, but I don't think I'm knocked up... and I think I still have my soul... but who knows! Thank-you.

>>7148
Odd. Gollum, except twenty times more scary.

i dreamt i was in a warehouse or something, and everything was grayish. as if it was a cloudy morning. i felt an eerie feeling i was being watched. i walked slowly for a short period of time, but then felt immense terror for absolutely no reason. i run as fast as i possibly could only sparing a small glance behind me. i saw what could only be described as a doll. the "doll" itself wasn't too awful but its face filled me with horror. the memory is kind of blurry, because I've been trying too avoid thinking about it too much, but it looked like it was mostly porcelain. it had sharp-ish teeth, like all of them were canines. its eyes had no pupils but it looked like the veins, black, had outlined the area where the pupils and irises would be, making it look like some sort of stained glass window of eeriness. there was a mist-like substance coming from its mouth that i could not identify, thankfully, i think it's better that i don't know what it was, because i think it would have only make the mindfucking worse. i remember the "doll" being about my height, 5' 6", and wearing a dark gray outfit that encompassed its entirety. in the split second that i had glanced behind i noticed all these things. and it was at that point that i woke up, but the imagery still haunts my psyche even a month and a half later.

Can't think of too many nicely fucked dreams right now, but here's a few outlines...

Giant Ants, like the size of cars, in a forest. I work in a small cabin in the forest, i've got a rifle and about eight shots... not enough. Not enough. But the bastards are holding off, i only catch fleeting glimpses. They know they can take me anytime they want...

Also an awesome zombie one years ago. Sort of 70's horror movie music is playing and it's really windy. A woman is in the fens (in britain) knocking on the door of a quite overgrown house, with a load of dilapidated barns behind it (she's knocking on the back door which the family use, she's a friend of thiers). Suddenly she turns around and is confronted by a zombie with white hair and eyes, and all maggots and worms in it's mouth. I've extrapolated that one short dream into two comics so far. (shit one appended)

I'm working in Liberty City from GTA3, but in a secret underground research base. We're messing with the very borders of quantum physics, getting some fucked-up results. We may even be using a device of alien origin (like in a classic BBC sci-fi show that has been re-made recently, about a signal from deep space telling some scientists how to build a machine, which they set about doing, unaware of the consequences). Anyway a woman is driven mad by the device, she goes screaming and has extreme strength, ripping off doors and things. Another guy, really plain-looking, though with a beard, is with me. He's terrified... eventually soldiers come and the woman is killed. Me and the guy smash up the machine, then he turns on me, both he and the woman where possesed, she "failed" but he has been successful and with his powerful pyschic powers can rule the world. Next thing i know i'm on Staunton Island and the whole of Portland (where the lab was hidden) is being airstriked to the ground in the hope of killing the guy. I know it won't be enough.

I'm on a spaceship, we're travelling to another planet (which may be mars, or some distant world). There has been "an incident" on the planet, though communication has been lost. Lots of things in the dream remind me of Doom 3. We start getting malfunctions in the computer system, normally the computer screens throughout the ship have a tranquil blue wavy pattern as screensaver, however some of them turn red, and display satanic imagery and inexplicable hieroglyphs. Deep voiced messages boom out of others, speaking in an unknown language, but somehow we know the messages spell doom. The captain of the ship insists we go on. One night i'm in the observation deck underneath the ship, which has a hallway and sort of 'sphere. with windows around it, we are getting close to the planet. I fall asleep in the observation deck, the computer screens above me turning red... I wake up, screams. I rush along the corridor and open the far door leading back into the ship, everything is on fire! A woman runs past me, blazing and screaming, suddenly i am torn downwards through a firey tunnel and into hell... but i carry on through the 'floor' of hell and wake up on the observation deck again, the captain has seen sense and turned for home. The computers are no longer plagued with the strange troubles, but one day i see the captain's eyes in mirror when he thinks i can't... the red satanic patterns are in his eyes!

...Also, i've had many many transport disaster related dreams recently, mainly to do with train crashes (more like train pile-ups at big stations where one derails, and loads more can't stop and just pile in, adding to the carnage. This is most probably impossible today with all the safety warning systems but it is still unsettling). Also plane crashes... only last night i had one about an experimental three-engined jet plane flying around my village, it was obviously having trouble. Suddenly it went into a climb then plunged to the ground, behind some hedges. I saw the tail go down and 'disintigrate' as the nose hit the ground, then there was a vast explosion... I was hoping the pilots had climbed to give them time to jump out, but i couldnt see any parachutes.

On a somewhat related theme, one day many years back, around 9:00 in the morning GMT, i dreamed about a Judge Dredd story from many years before. I hadn't read any Judge Dredd in years, i hadn't even been thinking about it, but suddenly this story popped into my head. It was about the tallest building in Mega-City 1 (a huge city on the east coast of the USA, partially built on the site of New York) being caught in a storm then hit by a hover-truck full of fuel which started a huge fire. In the story the building was a big theme park, but in my dream it was an office, and i was on an office chair looking down out of the window, wondering if i should burn or jump... what day was this? September 11th 2001. You'll call BS on that i can tell... but i know what i saw.

Well, that post wasn't so short after all.

All my nightmares are zombie-related. All of them.

>>7114

Fuck you guy, just as I read that my mind flashed an image of a Regenerator in MY doorway.

There was this one zombie dream I had that started out kind of weird but turned into... well, something weirder. What's interesting is that I can remember a lot of almost pointless details, and there's a lot of ingrained knowledge that came with the dream that I knew despite having know way of knowing otherwise. Prepare for tl;dr.

For background information, it all started with a scientist. I don't remember if he had a name anymore, but I remember his appearance: tall, thin man with typical horseshoe male pattern baldness despite having sandy blonde hair. Slight overbite, slightly yellowed teeth from smoking, left incisor was slightly crooked. Round rimmed glasses, grey eyes, wore a grey striped suit underneath a stained and smeared lab coat. He had created a viral weapon and had stolen it from the lab he worked at for the US government because he was upset that he was being 'liquidated' and decided to ruin it for everyone with bioterrorism attacks.

Anyway, it was roughly Halloween, and I was sitting in an airport, even though I've never actually been to one. Where I was sitting was a row of benches on an elevated area along one wall. At either side of the elevated section were long walls of windows, and the opposite wall has a few shops lined along it, and a large entryway into a decorated up 'Halls of Darkness' attraction sort of thing, a silly Halloween gimmick run by some staff that is basically a maze slapped together to be pitch black and loaded with things to run into and scare the shit out of people. Directly in front of me is a set of stairs leading down to the floor below. To the right of the stairs are a few rows of small square tables with seats bolted into the ground. Closest to the stairs is a younger man, 25, grey shirt, blue denim jacket, faded blue jeans with a bad fraying around the left pant leg cuff. Green eyes, jaw length black hair parts down the middle. He's wearing generic black ear buds and a large yellow and green duffel bag is sitting next to him. He has a tattoo of a diamond on the inside of his left wrist, I can see it because he's holding his head up with his left hand as he watches the floor. Down the stairs, behind the them is a food court, and the floor down there is packed with travellers, a lot of them congregating near the 'Halls of Darkness'.

On the floor there are three more people that stand out: A cop, standard police uniform of blue, no hat, brown hair, buzzcut. He's 32 and he has a gold earring in his left ear, and I can see the club tattoo on the back of his neck. Across the floor, towards the right hand wall, near the doors that exit the airport is a man in a black suit, typical looking FBI kind of guy, brown hair with a very business looking haircut. I can't see it, but I know that he has a spade with a banner bearing his name on the back of his right shoulder. The final person is a woman, 19, looks like some kind of raver-punk type. Short hair, bobcut, back half is pink, front half is blonde. Wears a small denim vest loaded with pins and buttons over a yellow tubetop overlaid with black mesh, and a black miniskirt and more fishnet stockings. She has a heart tattooed on her face. As for me, I'm waiting, my aunt is coming up from Texas, and I'm sitting until my mom and grandma come back with her and we'll be leaving. They all arrive, and we're getting ready to go, then there are shouts from the 'Halls of Darkness'. Several security guards are dragging above mentioned scientist guy out of the thing, and he's screaming and raving to let him go. They drag him towards the food court, because there's a hallway down there that leads to the security offices, when the raver girl pulls a gun from nowhere and fires. The young man near me responds by pulling a Raging Bull from his duffel bag into the bottom floor, and I realize they're shooting at the scientist. They both manage to only hit security, and the scientist makes a break for it, while the cop and the FBI guy have drawn weapons, a Beretta 92F and HK Mark 23 respectively.

While a gunfight ensues between people I now know are bounty hunters, screams are coming from farther into the building. People are running from the Halls of Darkness, and zombies are following them, jumping on people and tearing them apart. The guns are turned on them, but of course, there's little effect in between civilian casualties from gunfire and the swarms of people running everywhere. My mom, aunt and grandma run off somewhere to escape, and naturally I run right into the chaos. The cop had already been killed, so I take his gun and rummage for his ammo, and use it to push my way across the room towards the FBI guy, who is backing towards a corner from zombies. The woman has vanished, and the young guy has also disappeared. I hear a succession of pops from farther into the building, from the direction of the security offices, and I know someone back there has an automatic, so I stay clear and make my way towards the FBI. He's already been killed as well, though the zombies have completely cleared off. I take his gun, search for ammo, and find a surpressor as well. I decide to go find my family now, and along the way I find the young man trampled to death holding his duffel bag. I take it, his gun, and empty the bag to carry the ammo and guns. I hear automatic gunfire again and leave without my family. I find a white car in the parking lot, jump in, start it up thanks to the keys in the ignition, and drive off.

There are clips of me driving around my city, stopping at places to loot supplies as chaos starts to spread from panicked injured escapees from the airport begin to turn and spread the zombie virus. Along the way I expend quite a bit of ammo, mostly shooting other still living people that get in my way or try to stop me. The Raging Bull is the first to use up it's ammo, so I toss it into a trash can and leave it. I find more dead cops and take their ammo, and then take off in my loot filled car. Nothing happens after this for a long while, but the next time I see myself, I'm still in the car, driving through a remote wooded area. I'm low on ammo but I still have the Berreta and Mark 23, and I'm almost out of supplies as well. I come out of the woods and drive up a dirt road, to find a large sign on a hill overlooking a fenced in family camping area that's still populated with people that are seemingly entirely ignorant of the zombie outbreak. I drive into the place and they let me in fine, and I'm greeted by some woman my age (20 or so at the time, 3 years ago). Blonde hair, blue eyes, cheesy camp T-shirt, typical camp counselor type. I tell her I'm here to stay, and apparently that was all I needed, because I'm left free to do whatever. After a while of nothing interesting, I meet another girl, dark hair, green eyes, 17, and immediately I decide then and there that I must protect the camp at all costs and not let them know a thing about the zombies.

Cue montage with Yakety Sax. No, seriously, I had a fucking zombie killing montage in my dream with yakety sax. Various scenes of me hanging out with this girl, having a good time in family friendly PG-13, intermixed with me finding zombies wandering around the camp and violently killing them with either one of the guns, or whatever I could get my hands on (rocks, baseball bats, an axe, etc.) One scene in particular has me sitting in a crowded log cabin kind of place, with the girl sitting across from me at a table, back to a window. A zombie stumbles past the window, I pull the supressed Mark 23 from my pocket and fire it out the window from beneath the table and kill the zombie, no one notices. I also have no idea what I'm doing with the bodies and how I'm hiding them either. This continues along with scenes of a blossoming relationship with this girl as I meet her family at the camp, her mother, her younger brother, her sister and her dad. The ultimate culmination of this building relationship?

Cut to an overlook of the camp. Everyone is dead, dying, hiding or undead, blood and body parts are everywhere, and I've one bullet left in the Beretta. I'm standing next to some kind of weird futuristic RV/Semi Truck, pointing the gun at the girl's father. The rest of the family is in the octagonal trailer, in which there are 8 cryogenic pods, half of the family is already in them in stasis, and the father is giving me a speech about how I can't take his family from him, and they'd never stand for it, I'm a sick and twisted person for doing this and I should feel bad, all sorts of things to talk me down and save his hide. I respond;

"I'm not doing this for them. This is the only way to save the rest of the world."

I shoot her dad right in the face, right into the brdige of his nose. He stumbles back and rolls down the hill into the fence bordering the campgrounds, and I throw the gun down after him. I open the cab of the Cryotruck, the door is a ninety-degree bent panel that simply lifts open. I climb into the cab and shut the door. Status lights blink on the door panels immediately, registering the four people in the tubes. The mother is infected, the younger brother died from the freezing, but the two girls are okay. The viewscreen that displays the road ahead flicks on in front of me as I take the handles that operate the control mechanism for the vehicle and lock them into place, a map opening up on the screen with a flashing beacon somewhere in South America. Cut back to youside and watch as the cryotruck rolls off out of sight.

Then I wake up.

Yeah...

I don't have nightmares. The nightmare starts when I wake up.

thats is BS, you made that up zombie novel writer dude

I had a dream just before I woke up that my mother was throwing a couch at me. She hit me in the head and I fell to the ground wasn't fighting back and she just kept throwing the couch at me trying to kill me with it...

>>7408

I am a writer, but it's not made up. I don't dream often, but when I do they have a lot of detail and stay in my memory for a long time.

>>7413
She wants you to stop eating on the sofa.

Im a famous TV producer and your story is so fresh and optionable!

Ever since my brother died about 36 days ago I've had nightmares constantly(as in every night).
The worst one so far was when it was just a normal day. He was coming home from work and I was working on dinner. He walks in the door, walks into the kitchen, as just as this happens we're transported to a completely different setting, like a dark grey room with recess lights in the ceiling. Theres a glass wall in between us, there are no doors in the room, now windows, nothing other than the lights in the ceiling. His side of the glass starts to fill up, and I'm just bawling I'm a horrible wreck and it's just, like its that feeling you really can't explain. The water fills up and he finally dies and I watch his body sink to the bottom, and as this is happening, the water from his side of the glass starts to somehow come into mine, as in its leaving his and appearing in my in equal amounts. I do nothing but just cry and cry until I drown.
One of the most fucking scariest dreams I have ever had.

Probably the scariest nightmare I've had was the traditional zombie dream...I had to shoot my younger brothers. It wasnt so much scary as bloody though. I really dont have that many terrifying dreams I guess.

I think i've only had 2 nightmares in my whole life.

One was a long time ago, when i was a kid.
I went outside to go on my bycicle, it seemed like there was no one outside that day. So i just rode my bike, not too far from home and i came to a spot, it's like a circle with grass (still there atm). And as i take a turn there, i fall with my bike and the grass turned to water and i'm drowning.

A second one is from awhile ago.
I walk downstairs at like 1:00 to take my dog for a walk like i always do. Some curtains are still open, so i close them cause it's creepy lol.
So i just take my dog for a walk, nothing unusual. When i'm back home, after watching TV a little i decide to go sleep. While i'm turning off the lights, i remember i'm in the kitchen I suddenly hear a bang on the window, scaring the shit out of me. And right after that, someone's banging on the frontdoor and trying to get it to open. I don't remember why but i walk to the hallway where the door is, think i was going upstairs or something. But when i'm there their already in, i see 2 big persons with black cloth and masks or something, i can't see anything of their face it looked like they were burglars.

In both dreams i woke up the moment i describe in the last sentence, with my heart pounding lol.

Well, this one might not sound so scary to you /x/ers but to me it's creepy as shit. Very gory, as well.

So i'm at my granny's house one night and i can't remember all the details, but i remember waking up in her living room and seeing all these huge ass bugs crawling on the floor.
Instantly, the walls start to crack, and these huge tubeworm looking shits start to pop out.
I hear screaming and i run down this hallway with these centipedes and mantis looking things crawling around. Imagine it like that one part in King Kong when they're stuck in that canyon shit with all the bugs, they looked exactly like that. I run into my grandmas room and she's being eaten by these worm things, and i freak the fuck out. all these bugs crawl into her bellybutton and start eating her insides.

Me and my brother run to the backyard where my uncle was just impaled by this giant mantis.
then this fucking graboid eats me and my brother alive and i wake up having pissed all over my bed.


oh my god i just had a bad flashback

>>7766
by the way i was about 8-10 when i had this nightmare

ok guys. so scariest dream i ever had...

i had sex with bob saggat

>>7792

Even I shat brix. Scariest thought eva.

>>7792
Bob Saget now or 1989?

bob saggat in the present. i didnt sleep for days!

I was at a garden party out in the woods with my family and my brother and me and my brother both had air rifles. I see a rabbit running along by the tree line and decide to try my luck at a shot.

I aim for a head shot and hit the target but the rabbit doesn't die. Instead he loses use of one side of his body and starts crawling off into the trees. I shoot him again to put him out of his misery but the pellets aren't doing anything fatal, they're just injuring him more and more.

I decide to put him out of his misery and smash his skull in with the butt of my air gun. I hit him as hard as I can and he just won't die. I turn to my brother to ask him for help, and when I look back the rabbit has turned into my pet dog, still with the same injuries.

I got to point blank range and shot a small volley of rounds into her skull and eye sockets but she still wouldn't die. Both me and my brother are now desperate just to kill her as we can see she's in a immense amount of pain, but she still continues to drag her body into the woods.

I had to wake up in the end, it was horrible.

no my old system

>>7144
Scariest shit ever. I had it once, and woke up in total terror, and what made it over 9000 times worse was that I had NO clue what I was afraid of, but I was scared shitless. It was like I was deathly horrified of something, but I forgot what, but still felt the pure terror.

It happened again too, the second time I heard dogs barking, then saw Cerberus, but I lol'd because I knew it was sleep paralysis because I couldn't move, then I came to :D

This isn't the worst nightmare, but it's the worst one I can remember that happened recently.

(taken from a chatlog)

"I woke up at about 6:06 this morning. A bit late, but still enough time for me to shower, eat, take out the trash, and get on the bus, right? So I turn off the alarm, expecting that I'll get out of bed and shower. However, I fall asleep again. But this time e is different. This time I have a dream. It takes place in the world of Bioshock. Now, given the fact that I've never played the game, the details might not be accurate. In fact, I'm sure they aren't. So I'm in a submarine, or whatever the guy takes to reach the underwater world. I end up somehow reaching the sewers, and I'm clueless as to why the hell I'm there. Then, walking out of a sewer pipe, I see a Big Daddy. Now, I've never played the game, so I didn't know if they'd get pissed at me if I shot them, or if they intended to kill me. All I knew is that they are fast when pissed. And the mofo was staring at me, walking toward me. And I was following the concept of dream logic that it was really gonna kill me, and checkpoints didn't cross me my mind. Needless to say, I shot the fucker

So I have a pissed off big daddy with a giant giga drill and a puny shotgun that doesn't seem to have any effect on him. So I start running, right? I hear him behind me, but I just run into the maze of pipes Then somehow, a dog comes out of nowhere and starts biting me. Not some chihuahua, it's a big black dog. And some controls come up on the screen (or in front of my eyes seeing how I'm in the game) that tell me to press F1 and 9 to switch guns. So I start shooting, though I don't know how to switch without actually having a controller or keyboard, and the thing jumps on my face. I wake up shouting and see that I now have 8 minutes to take a shower, get dressed, eat, and take out the garbage without missing my bus.

Also, I had to come to school naked"

So yeah...epic fail

I had a dream about rats. They weren't cute in the least. They were rabid, with there eyes dripping of blood and mucus, and if one of them didn't have eyes, then it was a ball of mucus and bull, spurting out, with rabies, the foam guzzling out of their mouths. Thousands of them, all over the planet, eating away at all other life, the world a disgusting wastedump. It scared the crap out of me. I hate rats.

>>8177

Air rifle heaven. I'd love to go to one of them big farms in America that get overrun with a zillion mice with an airgun and a few thousand pellets. Course the kill rate would be pissing in the wind but just imagine how accurate you could become with so many small, running targets.

I have two.

The first one is where i'm in my old middle school. I open my eyes and my entire body feels weak and useless. My stomach is burning, yet feels empty. I'm lying facedown in a pool of blood. Anyhow, i manage to find enough strength to commando-crawl down the hallway, past a bunch of dead bodies, some full of bullet holes, some cut open with knives, some long dead.
As I near the end of the hallway, a figure in a trenchcoat just kind of ambles out of a room. He's got a gun and his face is like mine, but all scarred and burn-victimish. Before he shoots me in the face, he says
"Don't worry. I got the cats too."

just weird, not really scary, but foreboding as all hell.

In the other one, i'm in a small iron-boxlike room, similar to Pyramid Head's room in the labyrinth in SH2. I'm in one corner, behind a set rusty iron bars without any hinges or way to get out. in the opposite corner is a white-wrapped figure that looks like it's covered in canvas, it's huddled over and facing away from me. A really tinny voice that emanates from nowhere in particular sings a couple hymns, then dies. When the music fades, the thing stands up, walks over to the wallon my left and opens a valve that sends blood careening into the room at high pressure. It gets obliterated instantly, but I'm left for the red tide to eventually drown me.

Just dreamt a recurring nightmare again last night. It involves me being in an arena at night with a bunch of people and monsters trying to (and eventually) finding their way in. I guess it's an apocalyptic-type dream. I always somehow manage to escape the arena and get away with one other person, but when I get on the road/interstate and drive off, I always wake up before I can tell what happens next. That's all I can remember. :/

I dremt thar my sunglasses were stuck on the ceiling and there was eyes behind them. then a black, shadowy thing was sitting on my hipps, devouering my intestrials throought the blanket.

shit was so csary I thought I were awake. also, I couldn't move from the fear.

>>6777
Sounds like the underwater levels in Mario

Hallo thar /x/
some time ago, a friend showed me some pictures of ''ghost orbs''. didn't know what to think. whats your opinion? real, or dirty camera lens?

pic related

>>8583

Quite apart from the fact that this post should have been a new thread, Orbs always are and always will be dust particles in the air caught by the flash

>>8582
Fucking Bloopers are OP

I've had some really shitty dreams...

The absolutely worst one:

I'm dreaming that I'm fucking another guy in his dick (like this: http://www.kidsinsandbox.net/ ) I cum fucking gallons all over the room.

I've also dreamt about a bunch of niggers running around, catching swans and raping them in bushes.

Yesterday I dreamt that an old chinese guy crashed my computer.

P.S. I rarely have nightmares, the above ones aren't, they're just horrible.