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No. 433

A.K.A: Share your blogpost about a nightmare you've had.

Lemme star by talking about mine, which for some reason, always seem to be disjointed for some reason. Had these yesterday.

First nightmare was me having a conversation to this sort of cockroach with human, slanted eyes with a mouth (kind of similar to David Cronenberg's Naked Lunch), about dissecting a human corpse, which was on a tiny table and was only a torso with a couple of organs with it's head and one arm cut off. As i was doing the operation, the cockroach thing kept talking to me about some non-sense i forgot, while blood kept spurting on my hands inside the human corpse's carcass.

Second one was me starting at the bottom of a sterile, white staircase (which i suppose was a hospital?), which had a backdoor of some sort. When i opened it, there was a large city road that had two groups of crowded people in different sides, arguing about some religion thing; one dude that was from the left side of the street, which was somebody i personally knew, started to fight with the other group which was on the right. Hugged him in an attempt to restrain him from getting his shit fucked by the mob of angry people, and pulled him inside the (what i suppose is) hospital's backdoor and locked it. He was lying unconscious on the floor, as i hopelessly tried to wake him up.

No.434

>>433
*Lemme start

No.435

>>433

Sometimes, when i practice, im floating in a dark place without any gravity on my mind knowing my body is on my bed. Then i feel like im ready to do it and i wake up, but im not moving my real body, instead i move like another body that i use to call "non physic body". This is when im dreaming, but i just wake up and move around like if i were awake, i use to do any kind of things but im pretty limited to do some others.

Anyway, someday i did this and i was in my house as always looking at some stuff, eating things, touching things or trying to do new tricks like make things appear from nothing. It's very difficult to keep a conscious state, and if you force it you wake up so i think the best i could do is let my mind get distracted and "believe" what my senses are experiencing. That day at certain point my mind got so distracted i started dreaming normally with some kind of conscious (like a lucid dream), and then i say my father sitting on a couch, then my mother tells him something stupid and he get mad, i dont know why he was like that and i got afraid but when i was about to tell him to stop he started to have a hearth attack, my father was dying in front of me, it was bloody real and i had no thougths, i just watched him agonize.. Then i looked at my mother and tell her to do something, i felt so useless, i started to think about how people sometimes can do anything . My mother grabbed that thing doctors use to vaccination (english is not my native language, sorry) and crossed her chest with it, direct to his heart. That was really, really disgusting and i was about to puke but i didn't it. I remember most visual details of this part, his chest and everything.. Then i think i fell and i dont remember anything of what happened next. Then i woke up and my mom was reading a book in her room, and i did remember that my father died and started to cry a lot.. I was thinking about how anything is right and one second later it's all fucked up, and how you can't do anything to change it.

No.437

>>435

… I woke up and i felt like i have no heart because of all the pain, like i was empty. It took some hours until i felt actually good. The first thing i did was to call my dad, but he was working and didn't respondme… I don't even wrote down that dream (i have a dream journal) because of how horrible it was, but as you see i still remember it with a lot of details. It was between september and november.

No.438

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>>435
>english is not my native language, sorry
It's mostly legible so I wouldn't worry about it
>doctors use to vaccinations
Like pic related? Very interesting nightmare to say the least

No.439

Wow OP, definitely some scary stuff…that's the worst part of nightmares, everything that's unknown - like why your friend was so suddenly lying on the floor (probably dead) What was the reason, how was it done, are you not safe either? Just weird how our brains work.

>>435
I'm sorry about your father. Did you know him?

No.442

Is anyone having a lot of stress dreams lately? I have, I may start sharing them. Gives me anxiety just thinking about them….

No.443

>>442
I'm certain I had one last night actually. Really feeling unwell so far into the day now, might have something to do with the dream.

No.444

>>442
I would say share them. Seeing it in writing may give you a clue about what they mean - that's why I write my dreams down, anyway. I've solved some difficult and elusive problems by observing my dreams, but our memory of them is too unreliable to use.

No.445

>>444
tomorrow i'll have some time to share some

No.458

I don't know if this counts as a nightmare but when I remember it it disturbs me a little. Haven't had a similar dream since
>2011
>have a dream where I ate my fingers but the inside kind of looked like bread with the air pockets

No.459

>>458
Spooky.

No.460

>>458
That reminds of a dream I had where I gashed my calf open on a tree trunk and the inside of my leg looked like a cadbury creme egg.

No.461

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>>460
Delicious

No.462

>>460
Did you taste it? In mine it tasted like bread with some salt on it.

No.463

>>462
No :( if it makes you feel better though I had a real cadbury egg last night :D

No.464

>>463
Now I'm just hungry. I think I'll go get some before Easter

No.473

>>435
This sounds kind of like astral projection to me.

No.498

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For the first time in my life I'm having nightmeres that scare me so much that I have to leave my room and continue sleep in the sofa

It's always about some nonsensical mosnter.

But why is it happening now?

No.499

>>498
What's going on in your life right now? Sounds like stress dreams, which i've having right now since my life completely changed recently.

No.501

>>499
Nothing iin my life has changed in a long while.

No.502

>>501
Does that thought scare you at some level?

No.503

>>502
No, nothing that could make me anxious is going on.

No.504

>>503
Well what's your bedtime ritual like? Anything change there? Do you eat in your bed or do other things besides sleeping

No.505

>>504
now that you mention that
I've entered a cicle were each day my sleeping hour is later and later until I got to bed at dawn, when that happen I will try to recover and go to bed early but the cicle will reset.

No.506

>>505
I usually do this on mondays

No.507

>>505
Yikes. Do you do this on purpose or is there some other reason for it? we are creatures of habit and sometimes not consistently going to bed in a certain window can fuck with us

No.511

>>507
I don't like to end the day until I've done everything planned, I stick really hard to my routine even when it takes more tme than it should. I do try to keep a consistent bed time but it moves later and later at a slow pace.

No.522

I had a nightmare a little while back where I was being hunted by a faceless girl.

She was chasing me so I ran and hid in a diner. I dashed in and sat at one of the booth seats, trying to slow my breathing. The waitress came up to me and asked what was wrong. I shooed her away. I heard the door open behind me. I nearly had a heart attack. Slowly, I looked to the door. Nothing… no one was there. I start panicking. I move to another booth seat closer to the door so that I can run out if need be. As soon as I slide into the booth I start to hear laughing. I look down under the table, the faceless girl was was hiding under the seat. She slashed my achilles tendons with a butcher knife in one quick motion.

That was the first time id ever felt pain in a dream. I could feel the knife going through and the tendons tearing. In reality It was just a overly tight pair of elastic socks that were digging into my ankles. Weird shit tho… I remember it well.

No.530

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This was a recurrent nightmare that I had when I was a kid.

At the very start of the dream I would be exiting a cabin in the woods with some people. It's always night. I never knew what was inside the cabin, I never looked at it. The people I was with varied, could be cousins or distant friends, but always people I didn't consider close to me.

We then would start collecting berries near the cabin, when suddenly a strange roar would startle us. I'd look in the direction of the roar and a deep sensation of terror would fill me as the place the noise came from would turn pitch black.
Then, a lone, gigantic red light would appear in the middle of the darkness, I don't remember it clearly, but I always felt like it was an eye.

After that I always woke up.

It doesn't sound that frightening, but I dreamt it often, sometimes several nights in a row.

No.533

So this is easily the longest 'duration' a dream has last for me.

I dreamt I worked at Target for what seemed like 2 years. All of my coworkers were mean to me, and I gained a ton of weight eating the popcorn.

I woke up in such a panic and felt disoriented for about 20 minutes as I situated myself back in to reality.

>>530
Move away from the light anon!

No.535

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>>530
>It doesn't sound that frightening

You're right, it doesn't sound that frightening, it sounds fucking terrifying. In this thread, we should all be aware that dreams feel real and if I were in a dark forest, heard a wispy roar, then saw a creeping blackness approaching with a giant red eye I would literally shit my pants in fear.

>>533
That sounds horrible too. I remember being extremely sick once - feverish, flu symptoms, vertigo, headache, etc. Tossing and turning on a hot night trying to stay somewhat cool, but dripping with sweat and feeling like it's freezing - you know how fevers are.

So anyway, I'm looking at the clock every 30 minutes or so in anticipation of the night ending, and I fall asleep sometime about 2:45 AM

I had a horrible dream that I don't remember, but it was one that seemed like it lasted for months. In the dream I was in agony, and when I woke up my relief that I had escaped the dream was surpassed only by my eagerness to find out how soon it would be daytime again, so I looked at the clock, and it was 2:48. Three minutes had passed.

Now that I think about it, it probably wasn't even a dream so much as a sickness-induced full-blown hallucination. It sucked.

No.536

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>>435
Sometimes the same happens to me, when it happens to me I feel that I transport myself to a completely closed area and of illuminated white walls.

It's weird, but I enjoy it. so I could not say it's a nightmare.

English is not my language either, sorry.

No.537

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Last night I had a pretty bad dream.
I was on my knees in a dimly lit, damp, dark room that semeed to be some kind of basement. I don't know why I was there but there was this huge guy with a gun standing in the room. Near me were three or four other people also on their knees. They looked scared to death. The big guy with the gun said something and pointed the gun at the guy across from me.
Big guy pulls the trigger but nothing happens. Then he goes to another person and pulls the trigger. Nothing. Then he comes to me and starts saying some stuff I don't remember. I just remember being really scared. He pulls the trigger and I feel slightly relieved but then I realize he's still got the gun to my head. He pulls the trigger again and I think surely two is enough. I'm thinking to myself "You've shot two blanks already! FUCKING STOP!" He smiles at me and he shoots again but it's another blank and at this point I'm mad and thinking I'm definitely going to die if he just keeps shooting until he has one in the gd chamber. And he shoots again. And again.
And then I woke up really super suddenly, feeling scared and feeling like utter crap.

No.540

I had a snowball fight with lots of faceless people that were much bigger than me, like adults to a child difference in proportion.

Except we weren't using snow, we were using ourselves, as if made of clay. Scrape some from yourself and throw it.

No.545

>>535
>>533
I also had another recurrent nightmare.

Me and my family were walking towards some theme park and, to get there, we would have to walk upwards one of those swirly roads typical of parking buildings (or whatever they're called).
Most of the dream would be spent walking upwards.
At the end, we would see theme park, bright lights, fortune wheels and everything. All we had to do to get there is jump over a small ditch.

The ditch itself was very short, but it went very deep (all the distance we had climbed). Everyone jumped over it without problems, until it was my turn.
As I jumped, the ditch suddenly seemed longer than what I expected, and I'd fall to the pit. The vertigo always woke me up, and it'd feel as if I was being crushed against my bed afterwards.

No.624

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I had an intense nightmare last night.
It's a bit hard to explain.
I was a child of 9 or 10 years in my dream.
I was dreaming (Yes, I was dreaming in my dream), in this dream my sister told me a very strange dream that she had about me, I also told her a dream that I had, in which I went to her room, and She was lying with part of her body on the bed, she was probably dead, half her head was missing, but there was no blood anywhere.
She laughed, and left my room.
At that moment I wake up (in my dream) and went to her room to her the strange dream I just had.
I found her lying just like in my dream, had been brutally murdered and there was blood all over the bed. It was pretty graphic.

At that moment I realized that my dream was a premonition.
I found my mother crying desperately.
At that moment he woke up and did not fall asleep all night.

I hope my English would be legible enough.

No.625

>>624
Scary.

No.650

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This one's pretty weird, and doesn't really seem scary, but it scared the shit out of me and made me wake up at 3 in the morning.
>Am in some irish marching band for some reason (I'm not even irish, I'm a spic)
>Band takes a detour into a Jewel Osco (a lot of my dreams involve me going into grocery stores now that I think about it)
>Inside looks more like a well lit Tony's or something of the sort
>There's a gym in the Jewel
>We jog around the gym for no reason at all
>There's a oldass mexican looking cowboy, weird gait and generally very twitchy, huge ass hat
>Stutters when talking, isn't talking spanish, but not english either, sorta sounds crazy and talks gibberish
>Gives me a mangy blue sweater, and says it's mine (fucked if I knew how I understood him)
>walk alone for a bit
>now the grocery store looks more like a bodega/more grimy and dark
>It's also gotten a lot bigger
>look inside the pockets of the sweater
>an ID from my old middle school, belonging to some girl named "Loko" (crazy in spanish), no last name
>Picture shows her as incredibly deformed, whole face is patched with different skin tones
>eyes, face, nose are all scrunched up into one tiny part
>makes me want to vomit
>where there's usually school info, it's replaced by very clinical, almost SCP-like description.
>"Capable of limit speech and thought. Feed three times a day via…"
>Put it back in the sweater, tie the sweater (which now is more like a blanket than a sweater) around one a pole holding up one of the shelves
>Look behind me
>Cashier area, empty with very widely spaced registers
>two women are arguing in a corner
>one takes out these sort of knives which look kinda like shortened, fatter, ski poles
>throws them at the other woman, who is cowering in the fetal position
>wake up



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