Nightmares, as in bad dreams.

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With Halloween just around the corner, it "might" be fun to share some of our worst nightmares, as in bad dreams.

I still remember one I had as a child. My closet door opened and an all white devil (horns and pitchfork variety) slowly emerged. He looked around the room as he slowly closed the door. I began to cry out for help and he waved his hand towards me and I became as quite as a mouse hiding from a cat. The devil then sat at the edge of my bed and just stared at me.
 

I'm a pretty honest guy. Never cheated anyone out of anything. I always pay my bills sometimes even ahead of time. Don't have a cable so I am not forced to watch those awful commercials. Don't worry about what the "Jones" next door own as I know most of them are maxed out on their credit cards. I don't own a nickel to anyone. So, I have no guilt feelings and sleep "like a rock" most nights. I'm a pretty lucky guy in a somewhat mean cruel world.
 

I never had nightmares as a kid but later on in life and recently I've had the same two reoccurring dreams.
One is the feeling of being chased by someone I can't see. Somehow I manage to stay just out of reach. It usually wakes me up with my heart pounding.
Another is forgetting the combination to my locker in high school. What I find interesting is that my mom would tell me she had the exact same dream only she couldn't find the key to her locker.
 
Most of my "middle years" i had these theme based very disturbing dreams. I found myself in various places and situations and as they progressed they became more confusing until I felt like I needed to leave and go home. Then it became hard to find my way home and I kept getting lost and taking the wrong way and running into really weird situations until I finally would wake myself up beause I was so frustrated. Haven't had them for quite awhile now. I guess there is a positive to growing older. :)
 
I have had the same scary dream at least 3 times. A small girl about 2 yrs old knocked on my door crying she was lost. I grabbed her hand and tried looking for where she lived. It was dark outside and no matter which way we went we got attacked by either a scary person or a creature. Then all of a sudden the little girl was gone. I was crying then creatures continued to attack me. Then I would wake up scared.
 
Ruth n Jersey said:
I never had nightmares as a kid but later on in life and recently I've had the same two reoccurring dreams.
One is the feeling of being chased by someone I can't see. Somehow I manage to stay just out of reach. It usually wakes me up with my heart pounding.
Another is forgetting the combination to my locker in high school. What I find interesting is that my mom would tell me she had the exact same dream only she couldn't find the key to her locker.
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I'd have those 'locker nightmares' for years. Last night I had a nightmare that my middle sister was bitten by a rattlesnake. It seemed so real. I do have some strange dreams.

Another is of being chased, probably because it happened to me in the 6th grade.
 
Gardenlover said:
With Halloween just around the corner, it "might" be fun to share some of our worst nightmares, as in bad dreams.

I still remember one I had as a child. My closet door opened and an all white devil (horns and pitchfork variety) slowly emerged. He looked around the room as he slowly closed the door. I began to cry out for help and he waved his hand towards me and I became as quite as a mouse hiding from a cat. The devil then sat at the edge of my bed and just stared at me.
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That's really scary especially for a child. :eek:
 
Not really nightmares, but I have the odd dreams that leave me glad that I wake up .... sometimes about losing pets in strange places, or being left alone myself in bad situations .... nothing that makes sense to me.
Luckily, I tend to forget the details as soon as I wake up, because these dreams are never the same.

I blame it on times I'm not feeling well, or taking bedtime medication.
Most of the time I don't recall having any dreams at all, good or bad.
 
I have a few reoccurring nightmares. There's a couple that involve being back in the workplace and there are some where I'm back in school and I haven't studied for an exam, which is odd since I was always prepared during my time in college. Or I didn't have a project completed on time, or something to that effect. What it is in these nightmares is applying my current state of mind to how I was back in the '90s. I worked my ass off in college and got great grades, but I no longer have that motivation. I had to take a statistics class about 15 years ago and it was a pain in the butt. I didn't want to do it, but I needed it for the Master's program I was trying to get into. I got an 'A' in the class, but the last thing I wanted to do was study statistics for engineering.

My nightmares are so vivid that I wake up completely covered in sweat. And I get them regularly, so I keep a towel handy to dry off in bed. Sometimes I talk in my sleep. In one dream, I was fighting off penguins and kicking my leg out from under the covers. My wife said our dog thought I was playing with him. :ROFLMAO:
 
I sometimes have dreams that I desperately need to get somewhere but can't find my car; once in a while I still have workplace nightmares about not having something done on time or working frantically but knowing I can't get done on time. I've been retired 8 years and still have those dreams. My work was very high stress and had absolute deadlines that could not be missed. I never missed one, but came pretty close a time or two.
 
Butterfly said:
I sometimes have dreams that I desperately need to get somewhere but can't find my car; once in a while I still have workplace nightmares about not having something done on time or working frantically but knowing I can't get done on time. I've been retired 8 years and still have those dreams. My work was very high stress and had absolute deadlines that could not be missed. I never missed one, but came pretty close a time or two.
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I think most people have similar dreams/nightmares where they need to get something done, be somewhere, or find something familiar but are thwarted by a series of stumbling blocks.
 
I had several reoccurring dreams/nightmares as a boy, being confronted by a Godzilla-like monster and being abandoned by my mother and left at a fountain in a city park. As an adult, I had nightmares about my war experience that went on for years but eventually turned to mere dreams but have now disappeared altogether.
 
After an incident involving an attempted break-in at home (where I came close to shooting), I had 2 nightmares where I did have to shoot. I woke up soaking wet in sweat.
A few months after a stressful 7-year probate case with my (convicted felon) brother involving 2 properties, I dreamed that the case was still going on. I woke up swearing up a storm. šŸ˜
 
When my first wife and I married we had this 7-year plan that seemed rock solid; she'd work while I went to college, then I'd use my degree to get a job that would put her through college plus save up a down payment a house. Then we'd both have great jobs to buy a house and start a family. But the family came 6 years too soon. And every time one kid was old enough for daycare, we'd be pregnant again.

So, I suppose when she ran off with the neighbor guy and left me with our 2 toddler sons and infant daughter, my confidence in solid plans was shattered. And I guess that's why I had this horrible nightmare time and again for about a year...

It's twilight. I'm in bed and I hear the baby cry. I check the nursery; the crib is empty. The crying is coming from outside, so I look out the nursery window. There's a playpen out there in a bleak, grey field, and my baby daughter is in it, crying desperately. I grab a coat and run outside into a blustering wind, and the closer I get to the baby, the harder and colder it blows. Her blanket is flapping around wildly, over the top of her, in my face and against my arms, but I manage to get a-hold of her and lift her out of the playpen, and I hold her tight to my chest as I run inside, struggling to keep this flailing blanket around her, 'cause she's really cold.

But when I lay the baby blanket down on a table and start unwrapping it, the baby isn't there! She's outside in that playpen, crying harder. I tighten my coat and go out to get her, fighting that freaking blanket; and the whole thing repeats, and repeats. Finally, about the 3rd or 4th trip to the playpen I actually get my hands on the baby; there's no blanket at all. But it's not my baby. Instead of a chubby, pink, green-eyed little baby girl, I'm standing there in a freezing wind, torn as to whether or not I really want to rescue this floppy, grey-skinned, very unhealthy-looking ...baby boy.

Worst. Nightmare. Ever. Worst I've ever had, anyway. Repeatedly. And I'm not joking when I say I can still hear and feel that icy wind and that baby blanket flapping against my arms, and how suddenly empty it felt soon as I got it inside. woough
 
Murrmurr said:
When my first wife and I married we had this 7-year plan that seemed rock solid; she'd work while I went to college, then I'd use my degree to get a job that would put her through college plus save up a down payment a house. Then we'd both have great jobs to buy a house and start a family. But the family came 6 years too soon. And every time one kid was old enough for daycare, we'd be pregnant again.

So, I suppose when she ran off with the neighbor guy and left me with our 2 toddler sons and infant daughter, my confidence in solid plans was shattered. And I guess that's why I had this horrible nightmare time and again for about a year...

It's twilight. I'm in bed and I hear the baby cry. I check the nursery; the crib is empty. The crying is coming from outside, so I look out the nursery window. There's a playpen out there in a bleak, grey field, and my baby daughter is in it, crying desperately. I grab a coat and run outside into a blustering wind, and the closer I get to the baby, the harder and colder it blows. Her blanket is flapping around wildly, over the top of her, in my face and against my arms, but I manage to get a-hold of her and lift her out of the playpen, and I hold her tight to my chest as I run inside, struggling to keep this flailing blanket around her, 'cause she's really cold.

But when I lay the baby blanket down on a table and start unwrapping it, the baby isn't there! She's outside in that playpen, crying harder. I tighten my coat and go out to get her, fighting that freaking blanket; and the whole thing repeats, and repeats. Finally, about the 3rd or 4th trip to the playpen I actually get my hands on the baby; there's no blanket at all. But it's not my baby. Instead of a chubby, pink, green-eyed little baby girl, I'm standing there in a freezing wind, torn as to whether or not I really want to rescue this floppy, grey-skinned, very unhealthy-looking ...baby boy.

Worst. Nightmare. Ever. Worst I've ever had, anyway. Repeatedly. And I'm not joking when I say I can still hear and feel that icy wind and that baby blanket flapping against my arms, and how suddenly empty it felt soon as I got it inside. woough
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When I dreamed that my two children died in a car accident it felt so real i started sobbing when I woke. :(
 
Murrmurr said:
Worst. Nightmare. Ever.
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Sounds like it to me. All our worst terrors involves our children. I had a recurring nightmare about losing my Irish Setter in the city, I imagine that was just a taste of what you felt.

There's an episode of "Sponge Bob Squarepants" where he's visiting Rock Bottom and needs to get back home to Bikini Bottom. While waiting for the bus he sees a vending machine and goes over to get himself a kelp bar -- the bus whizzes by. Later he's waiting for the next bus, dashes over for another bar, and the same thing happens. This goes on and on and represents most of my bad dreams and real life.
 
I've had some bad dreams I'd consider nightmares, but no one else would. Did have a real one as a kid after seeing a movie about the wolfman. My mother never allowed me to see another horror movie and to this day, I haven't.
 

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