I've actually been having a recurring nightmare most nights for a while now. It always begins with me on my way to meet someone (can never remember who, but it always makes me nervous), and ends with my teeth splintering and falling out. Then I usually wake up, sometimes I frantically try to put my teeth back in first, though.
The going to the meeting and teeth falling out parts are incredibly vivid, vivid enough to make me check I still have teeth when I wake up. It may not be the worst nightmare I've ever had, but it's been years since I've had a dream so vivid, so it's near the forefront of my mind right now.
I had a dream when I was about 4 or 5 where I appeared in a large room with a bunch of wooden crates. I go out the door and it's my house. I go downstairs and see a bunch of people sleeping in sleeping bags. I progress to the end of the room, turn around, and see a kid with one eye (the other socket had a droopy eyelid). I woke up and saw that same kid (with both eyes intact) later that day.
Mine usually have a more personal horror. Only when I was little did I have nightmares about physical danger (Mind you I'll never forget the one about swimming in open water and a gigantic sea serpent pulled me under water and pretty much toyed with me).
The one's I have now more often than not include my dad. My dad, he's 51, and has heart issues. I love my dad very much, though we don't see eye to eye on a lot, and we have a lot of verbal exchanges.. Never physical. Well in my nightmares, one time we do get in a real fist fight. It's not only the moral disturbance of fighting my father, but during the fight he has a heart attack and dies moments later. Leaving me the ultimate guilt in feeling responsible for it.
I once dreamt I had somehow swallowed little pieces of metal in my sleep. When I woke up in the dream I started to puke a lot of blood and metal, until I died. Felt very odd the following day.
I can't remember the worst nightmare I've ever had (mustn't have been that bad I suppose) but the most recent one I've had was a rather vivid one about zombies.
So I'm sitting on my bed when I notice out the window there's a woman running along, being chased by two zombies. She manages to climb over the fence and is running towards my window when the zombies get her. She screams as she's devoured alive in front of me, piece by piece, and I'm terrified. And I know that if I make a sound, they'll see me and kill me too. I sneak out of my room and find my brothers, and it's about then I notice the entire house is now surrounded, but they don't know we're inside. Any loud noise and they'll instantly converge on the house. Then I remember my parents aren't at home...
I can't remember much after that. It's weird because normally zombies don't bother me at all, but this time I was well and truly horrified and genuinely fearing for my life.
When I was around 9 or 10, I had a recurring nightmare of E.T. I was scared shitless of that movie.
Anyway the nightmare went like this. I was in my house sleeping. Then ET came around and whenever he touched you, you turned into a poo monster. When I think of it now I just think how messed up it was (huhu messed up).
But about a year ago I had a nightmare where a person in black robes (like a ringwraith) was standing over me while I was sleeping and when I slowly turned around he stabbed me with a sword. I couldnt sleep for a week cause back then I had a feeling all my dreams and nightmares eventually came true (in some cases it was actually true).
I've had lots of nightmares but I can't recall them and certainly can't classify which was the worst. Certainly doesn't help that my dreams are really weird sometimes - I had a dream in which all of my friends were killed in front of my eyes and I was forced to run and hide from their killers (some sort of organisation, like terrorists or something) and I did so for all of my life. I spent my entire life hiding in fear and constantly on the run from an unknown enemy (they wore masks) who could be anywhere and could attack me any time (they had snipers and were very fond of firearms in general). I was never safe, any single minute in which I didn't run I was at risk of dying. Does that sound like a nightmare? Because it wasn't. It had a happy and hilarious ending. As I said, my dreams are a bit weird.
But I do recall one dream I had, let's call it a nightmare. In it, I was told that my father died. That's it. I at home and somebody came to me and told me "your father just died" and walked away. I woke up and felt really bad for at half the day. Good thing it was the weekend and my father was home (i.e, not left for work) - I was really glad when I saw him.
Just last night I dreamt something odd. I just went to bed (IRL, not the dream yet) and closed my eyes. You know how when you're really tired you'll start dreaming very soon after you go to sleep, even if you're not asleep yet? Yeah, I was really tired. I saw flashes of scenery and stuff which I knew would settle down to be a dream but I was still conscious and thinking over stuff. Imagine you had the TV and were staring at it but not really watching because you were solving some problem in your head. Yes, it was like that - there were some pictures and snippets of scenes but I didn't pay attention.
Until it all settled down to a rather unassuming scene. It was, well somewhere and it was outside, the viewpoint was tilted slightly upwards, so you didn't see the ground but the horizon was visible. Looking back at it now, it was like if you laid on your back and tried to look to where your feet are pointing but without lifting your head. It was a relatively normal day and there was some sort of building like a warehouse at the back. A man walked inside the view. I'm talking about a view, because it was as if watching through a camera - I didn't really have any input. So, he walks into view and isn't in a hurry, sort of leisurely walking and is carrying a crate or a box over his shoulder.
Like this but it was on the other shoulder
And then he did something - he did a motion with his head as if trying to stretch his neck but his head changed. The skin turned greyish and pale and the mouth grew to a misshapen maw filled with teeth. It looked lie, well, some sort of undead being. Sort of a mix between these
Google search results for typical undead heads
definitely the skin tone of this but the teeth and mouth are too little
Yes, disturbing like this
And somehow still relatively human looking like this
That gives you only the barest idea of what sort of monstrosity it turned into. It was a clearly inhuman (albeit it was a humanoid being) head and it was seriously horrifying. The thing then grinned and seemed to notice the camera. Or rather me. It was me - it wasn't a camera. So, still carrying the box and still with the slow leisure pace, it headed toward me giving me a clear view of his teeth and that, well, nightmarish face. I think I am totally allowed to say that his face was made of nightmares. Nothing can truly capture just how awful and horrific it looked. It's not possible words to convey it, seriously.
I think...I believe I was lucky I wasn't really asleep but still sort of awake and conscious. It jerked me into attention as I watched the transformation and it coming for me. The man was only about three meters away before he turned into the thing, so even walking slowly, the thing shortened the distance in almost no time. Had I been to sleep, I think (or rather, I hope) I would have woken up scared at that point. But since I wasn't, I was able to exert control over the dream. Since I had already assumed that the thing was undead, I just twisted it's features into a less scary, more generic, more human thing. It ended up looking close to the zombies in Plants vs Zombies, and I tell you, you do not want to see such a face in real life in front of you. It was still better than before. So, having turned it into a zombie, I just made it shuffle onward and pass me.
My after dealing with it, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief (metaphorically speaking) and think about it. My reaction was "Where the hell did that come from?" I really don't know, although I'm used to analysing my dreams and finding what events of the day (usually) inspired them. I have no fucking clue about that one. It was totally random and made no sense. I shudder at the thought that it might have not been my dream at all.
Huh, that sounds strikingly similar to the nightmares I've been having somewhat irregularly for the past few years. It was really all because me, as a non-horror viewing 14-year old, walked into either Borders or Barnes and Nobles while I was with one of my friends, and while I was perusing the manga section, I kind of stumbled upon a particularly strange looking manga, and when, against my better judgement, I opened it, I flipped through some of the pages and proceeded to mentally freak the fuck out. Yes yes, I know, it's embarrassing that some manga scared me shitless, but at the point in time, I never voluntarily watched anything horror and was extremely horror sensitive, and that was the first real experience with that kind of body mutilating horrific horror. The kind of horror where there are inhuman demonic mutant abominable monsters roaming about that blend in with the rest of society that you practically can't do anything about, but you have that sense of dread and hopelessness that you will be brutally killed as soon as you walk off away from other people into a more secluded place. It really did disturb me quite deeply. I wouldn't usually use this word seriously, but I think it genuinely scarred me. Its been about 3 years since I found that manga (which I will not name because I don't even like to type the word, yea I am a big pansy) and I am still pretty much as scared of it now, as I was when I first found it. It is often the nature of my nightmares. It kind of showed me how manga isn't just spikey-haired dudes with swords, it can be really twisted fucked up shit. Also, after seeing that, I really don't have much of a problem with a lot of other horror stuff now. I don't know if people even think it to be scary or not, but stuff like dead space doesn't really even faze me. Stuff that is probably scarier than that manga, I have seen, but that particular manga has kind of an iron grip in my psyche, that continuously forces me to fear it. BTW, when its not that, my nightmares are usually about Giant spiders hovering over the ceiling to kill me, or demons from hell and the devil himself. Other than those nightmares, I'm a happy go lucky kid! But I do sleep next to my laptop if I can't stop having the same nightmare no matter how many times it wakes me up when it gets to the point where minutes start to feel like hours.
But I do sleep next to my laptop if I can't stop having the same nightmare no matter how many times it wakes me up when it gets to the point where minutes start to feel like hours.
Yes, I too sleep next to my laptop. Not that I have much of a choice[footnote]My room is kind of small. I sleep next to my clothes, my door and pretty much all mu possessions.[/footnote] but it does help when a dream bothers me. It shouldn't be a nightmare even. Once I dreamt that there was a war around me. Literally - there was a war in my room. In my bed, to be precise. Tiny soldiers were shooting and fighting each other while I tried to sleep. The issue was that I had to twist and turn to allow them passage and such. So I would wake up because I have to do a real awkward pose, realise it's a dream, fall asleep again and the tiny jerks would make me move again. On top of this I didn't know why were they fighting - who to sympathise with, so I had to oblige both sides.
I almost never have nightmares but my worst real life nightmare would probably be a car accident that results in me losing my arms legs and sense of balance.
I usually don't dream in a way that I can remember it properly the next day, or even later.
I remember one...event that happened whilst I was asleep, so it could be qualified as a dream. The weird part is that I don't have any visual about it, it was just black and I was sad.
Sad's not the best word though, hysterically depressed might be better. Nothing really happened but I just kept feeling the way I felt and it seemed to....push me down or something like that and in the end I couldn't breathe anymore. That's when it turned to panic.
I woke up with an astma-attack. >.>
That's the only nightmare I can remember, or rather the only time I remember feeling negative feelings whilst sleeping or right before waking up. Usually I dream euphoric stuff, nothing solid or describe-able, just happiness.
Edit: Worst real-life nightmare, like something I would never, ever want to happen:
Erm....christians ruling vast majorities of the world? Oh wait...
When I was somewhere between 6 and 8 I had a dream I accidentally set fire to a barn and I could hear the animals burning to death inside. It made me extremely scared of fire for years to come.
When I was 10 I had a dream I was being chased through a corridor by a man and I kept running to get away until I found a door that led to my room (that part is pretty weird) and I hid in my bed knowing that he would find me, but there were nowhere else to hide. I could feel him getting closer and I knew he was going to stab me and just as he stabbed me my mom poked me in the back to wake me up for school. Because of that I still remember that dream quite vividly.
I was around 10, and I had a dream that i was walking down my local high street, with all the corpses of my family and friends all desecrated and mauled, but they were all pointing and laughing at me, whilst i kept on running, eventually finding my own corpse, have it laugh at me then lots of cockroaches and maggots burst from my throat...I was a fairly normal child.
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But I do sleep next to my laptop if I can't stop having the same nightmare no matter how many times it wakes me up when it gets to the point where minutes start to feel like hours.
