Being stuck in a gaming community that I neither enjoy being a part of and/or no longer relate to due to having a long forced break but being forced to stay because I have nowhere else to go (^:
forreal tho, used to have reoccurring nightmares up until around a year and a half ago. Thankfully don't remember what most of them were about, but I know one morning I basically had a "screamer" with some the ring-looking girl. A lot would involve me having to run and/or throw punches and my arms/legs would be pretty much jello, making either useless.
Probably about time I tell you mine. It's pretty long; I'm surprised a dream could last this long. Thank god I recorded it in my dream journal as soon as I woke up, probably would've lost a lot of details if I didn't. ---> Do yourself a favor, make a dream journal. It's really handy and can help you become lucid in your dreams. <---
I think I was somewhat lucid. It didn't feel like a dream, but it felt like it was reality (even though it wasn't).
I had this dream in 7th grade, when I lost my father. During the morning I woke up with sleep paralysis; I couldn't move or anything, and my eyes were being forcefully kept shut. However, aside from my immobility, I could feel the tenseness in the air. There was a vicious vibe in the room...which I assume meant something was in the room. A few seconds later I felt a sub-zero gust of air go down my throat, practically flash-freezing it. Then I "woke up", but I was still in my dream. I brushed it off as a "dream within a dream" and got up.
The dream emulated my startup routine perfectly: shower, brush teeth, go to bus stop, driven to school, etc.
Everything was normal until I was walking to my first hour. I was in the middle of the most crowded hallway when disaster struck. I felt an extremely tight pinch in my stomach, which began to turn ice cold. Slowly, the freezing temperature began to spread throughout my body and eventually my entire form felt like an icicle. By that time I fell over on my knees on the floor. People were gathering around me with horrified expressions, looking at my hands. They were turning black and had this black smoke around them. Just like the cold, the smoke spread all over me and I was fully covered within moments.
This is where it gets kinda gross; the weak stomached shouldn't read this part. Also, at this point I've been actually awakefor a while, so the late details began to escape short term memory.
I suddenly felt an insane urge to attack and destroy. And attack/destroy I did.
I went on an all out genocide.
I remember the specifics of only what I did to the first kid in front of me. I didn't write down what he looked like, but I did write down what I did to him. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat, and I literally stabbed my claws into his neck, then ripped them out, leaving him to bleed out to death --- after I bit off his fingers anyway.
After him, I just went around and killed as many as I can. When the whole school was deceased, I woke up for real. Needless to say, I was paralyzed in shock that morning. It remember it took me a moment to come back to my senses. After that, I just wrote it down in my dream journal and left it at that.
Call me psychotic, call this dream "EDDGYYY", but this nightmare I had terrified me. I did NOT enjoy having to remember murdering hundreds if not thousands of people and CHILDREN. Trust me, I did not WANT to have this dream (I'd rather have "sugar, spice, and everything nice" types of dreams).
Hope you enjoyed that --- sounds like more of a Halloween horror story, am I right?
I remember having a nightmare a couple of years ago. The usual one, revolving around heights. Being thrown out of an air plane, straight into a lake. In no time, I would be under the water, loosing the last bit of my breath. Drowning, basically.
I woke up, just to realise that I have pushed my own head into a pillow, and could not breathe. I didn't know whether I should laugh, or be freaked out by my own sleeping idiocy.
(12-04-2016, 01:17 AM)James Greed Wrote: I remember having a nightmare a couple of years ago. The usual one, revolving around heights. Being thrown out of an air plane, straight into a lake. In no time, I would be under the water, loosing the last bit of my breath. Drowning, basically.
I woke up, just to realise that I have pushed my own head into a pillow, and could not breathe. I didn't know whether I should laugh, or be freaked out by my own sleeping idiocy.
It's always weird how the position you sleep in, or what your body is experiencing, can affect the way you dream.
(12-04-2016, 01:22 AM)Ruairi Wrote: It's always weird how the position you sleep in, or what your body is experiencing, can affect the way you dream.
Yup. Really strange. Also, that murderous dream you've mentioned. That's pretty terrifying. I had ones where I was chased, but never have I become a rampaging killer.
It was night, I was in a bar with people flying all around instead of walking properly. Barman gave me a glass of juice, so I drinked it, but the glass was infinite. Then the ground started shaking a bit and I heard a creepy music comming from toilettes. I went there to check out. First, I checked the women ones, there was just a basin turned upside down and a drops of water were falling up on the ceiling. I went to check the men toilettes and opened the door. There was a xenomorph standing right in front of me. I woke up, but I still heard the strange, creepy music for a while.
If you don't find this creepy, that's okay. It's no longer creepy for me either. The problem was that back then when I was 11, I found xenomorphs scary as hell. Another problem was that I also couldn't Lucid dream back then as I do now. I'm lucky to still remember this one (the dream was still longer, I just don't remember it whole).