I have lots of fucked up dreams...
I had this dream where I was at my birthday party, and a package was delivered on my doorstep. I opened it up, and it was a barrel full of plastic centipedes. I opened the barrel, and a sickly yellow gas creeped out, and day turned to night. I shrugged it off, and went inside.
As soon as I stepped inside, my foot started burning. I looked down, and saw that the entire floor was writhing in venomous centipedes! They were raining from the ceiling, crawling on the walls.
Me and my friends ran into my room, which was pitch black. I stood in the doorway, scared. As my friends proceeded to my bunkbed to sit down, a giant centipede slithered out from the floor, and devoured my friends, AND my bed whole.
I woke up covered in piss.
I also had a dream when I was 6, where my parents had gotten shot while they were asleep.
I heard the gunfire, and ran out into the night. I sat on the curb to catch my breath, and cry, but the killer, who happened to be a tall, white male in a tanktop, came after me with a pistol. Everything then went black...
One of my dreams, though not really a nightmare, was quite depressing. I was just learning about lucid dreaming, and I was able to control my dreams for about a week.
Then I went to sleep. I wound up in a dark, golden temple, and I was about to retrieve a relic, Indiana Jones style. I snatched the relic, from it's pedestal, and looked at it (Can't remember what it was.)
The artifact turned out to be a controller for my dreams, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. I gave myself the abillity to fly, I changed my surroundings, and I even made a girl that I liked at the time appear.
But then, the artifact turned into a roll of toilet paper, and the temple crumbled upon me.
Then, every single nightmare that I have had played after that dream. I haven't been able to procure a lucid dream since.
I had this dream where I was at my birthday party, and a package was delivered on my doorstep. I opened it up, and it was a barrel full of plastic centipedes. I opened the barrel, and a sickly yellow gas creeped out, and day turned to night. I shrugged it off, and went inside.
As soon as I stepped inside, my foot started burning. I looked down, and saw that the entire floor was writhing in venomous centipedes! They were raining from the ceiling, crawling on the walls.
Me and my friends ran into my room, which was pitch black. I stood in the doorway, scared. As my friends proceeded to my bunkbed to sit down, a giant centipede slithered out from the floor, and devoured my friends, AND my bed whole.
I woke up covered in piss.
I also had a dream when I was 6, where my parents had gotten shot while they were asleep.
I heard the gunfire, and ran out into the night. I sat on the curb to catch my breath, and cry, but the killer, who happened to be a tall, white male in a tanktop, came after me with a pistol. Everything then went black...
One of my dreams, though not really a nightmare, was quite depressing. I was just learning about lucid dreaming, and I was able to control my dreams for about a week.
Then I went to sleep. I wound up in a dark, golden temple, and I was about to retrieve a relic, Indiana Jones style. I snatched the relic, from it's pedestal, and looked at it (Can't remember what it was.)
The artifact turned out to be a controller for my dreams, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. I gave myself the abillity to fly, I changed my surroundings, and I even made a girl that I liked at the time appear.
But then, the artifact turned into a roll of toilet paper, and the temple crumbled upon me.
Then, every single nightmare that I have had played after that dream. I haven't been able to procure a lucid dream since.