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I hadn't had a proper nightmare in aaaaaages until las**t night.
You know the ones, the ones which make you wake up in a cold sweat s**till quite scared from what has jus**t happened...
I can remember having two seperate dreams, the firs**t is a bit blurry but I can remember getting on the train at the s**tation with some people I work at to go into London, then ending up at my cousins house, which wasn't really his house.
There some scary sh*t happened that I can't remember much of but I remember waking up after I kicked the wall incredibly hard. I remember I wanted to kick something in my dream, I jus**t can't remember what, s**till whatever it was would have probably been knocked out, I haven't been able to put all my weight on that foot today because it hurts so much.
After that fun incident I dozed off to sleep again to receive a supposed phone call basically saying something and I was sh*tting myself again because it was related to the las**t dream and of course I thought it was all real...
Next one I can remember more of, and I'll probably remember more of it as I type this.
I remember driving my car up a multi s**torey car park that has like a spiral road to get to the top, (those who live in Romford will know the one, the exit of the Brewery.)
Anyway, on the firs**t floor I remember pointing out that there was a kangaroo jus**t sitting there, I jus**t laughed at it. Next floor I remember there being a rhino or something, it mus**t have chased the car because I remember jus**t seeing the rhino charge the car, the car moving and the rhino falling off of the edge.
Next floor I was out of the car, but in a massive room with two Lions (yes I was talking about a safari yes**terday, that's where this theme comes from!) There were loads of my mates around me and we were waiting for the lions to not look or something so that we could run pas**t them through a door into the next floor. (It mus**t have been a game or something...) Anyway, I remember the lions getting into bed and me being scared because I knew they were trying to trick us, then my mate walked back from the door having unlocked it. He was walking pas**t the bed as I walked out of the door because I was scared.
Next I know I'm running down the s**tairs jus**t hearing loads of screaming and shouting from above, I'm sh*tting bricks because I think they're chasing me down the s**tairs again.
Then I woke up again, sweating and rather shaken by the dream.
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I would have been interes**ted to have heard what I mus**t have said in my sleep las**t night, I don't normally talk in my sleep but I remember shouting out loads, it was jus**t one of those random nights...
Bes**t part is that mos**t of what I dreamt about actually did play some part in the day before. I was talking about safari, I was talking about as a kid how we used to run down the car park drive. Someone mentioned about going to my cousins house...
It's all quite cool, and I've written loads so I'm going to s**top.
I'm not even going to proof read it either, there's gonna be so much wrong with it, my mind jus**t turned off for the las**t 10 mins and I jus**t typed...
You know the ones, the ones which make you wake up in a cold sweat s**till quite scared from what has jus**t happened...
I can remember having two seperate dreams, the firs**t is a bit blurry but I can remember getting on the train at the s**tation with some people I work at to go into London, then ending up at my cousins house, which wasn't really his house.
There some scary sh*t happened that I can't remember much of but I remember waking up after I kicked the wall incredibly hard. I remember I wanted to kick something in my dream, I jus**t can't remember what, s**till whatever it was would have probably been knocked out, I haven't been able to put all my weight on that foot today because it hurts so much.
After that fun incident I dozed off to sleep again to receive a supposed phone call basically saying something and I was sh*tting myself again because it was related to the las**t dream and of course I thought it was all real...
Next one I can remember more of, and I'll probably remember more of it as I type this.
I remember driving my car up a multi s**torey car park that has like a spiral road to get to the top, (those who live in Romford will know the one, the exit of the Brewery.)
Anyway, on the firs**t floor I remember pointing out that there was a kangaroo jus**t sitting there, I jus**t laughed at it. Next floor I remember there being a rhino or something, it mus**t have chased the car because I remember jus**t seeing the rhino charge the car, the car moving and the rhino falling off of the edge.
Next floor I was out of the car, but in a massive room with two Lions (yes I was talking about a safari yes**terday, that's where this theme comes from!) There were loads of my mates around me and we were waiting for the lions to not look or something so that we could run pas**t them through a door into the next floor. (It mus**t have been a game or something...) Anyway, I remember the lions getting into bed and me being scared because I knew they were trying to trick us, then my mate walked back from the door having unlocked it. He was walking pas**t the bed as I walked out of the door because I was scared.
Next I know I'm running down the s**tairs jus**t hearing loads of screaming and shouting from above, I'm sh*tting bricks because I think they're chasing me down the s**tairs again.
Then I woke up again, sweating and rather shaken by the dream.
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I would have been interes**ted to have heard what I mus**t have said in my sleep las**t night, I don't normally talk in my sleep but I remember shouting out loads, it was jus**t one of those random nights...
Bes**t part is that mos**t of what I dreamt about actually did play some part in the day before. I was talking about safari, I was talking about as a kid how we used to run down the car park drive. Someone mentioned about going to my cousins house...
It's all quite cool, and I've written loads so I'm going to s**top.
I'm not even going to proof read it either, there's gonna be so much wrong with it, my mind jus**t turned off for the las**t 10 mins and I jus**t typed...
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My dream was ten times scarier. I was back at school.
Forest Fan wrote:
> another was set in hotel lift crash
That reminds me of a dream where i was in a lift and then it started to fall, i totally crapped myself, but the brakes came on and then i opened the doors and got the hell out.
> another was set in hotel lift crash
That reminds me of a dream where i was in a lift and then it started to fall, i totally crapped myself, but the brakes came on and then i opened the doors and got the hell out.
Very interesting nightmares.
Of late I've been having a lot of strange dreams, most radomly thrown together by the day's beings, though I used to have some totally logical dreams that I would have been proud of to write a story with.
I have suffered from nightmares before, but although the doctor said it was a sign of a condition - I always strangely enjoyed a bit of what feels like 'real life' horror at the time.
When I was a child I used to have recurring dreams too, one was of a zoo down my road with lions, another was set in hotel lift crash, another involved hundreds of Jack-in-the-boxes, another involved the Ilford Exchange and another involved dogs tearing at me.
Not suprising really that I used to hold a phobia to all those things, then is it?
Of late I've been having a lot of strange dreams, most radomly thrown together by the day's beings, though I used to have some totally logical dreams that I would have been proud of to write a story with.
I have suffered from nightmares before, but although the doctor said it was a sign of a condition - I always strangely enjoyed a bit of what feels like 'real life' horror at the time.
When I was a child I used to have recurring dreams too, one was of a zoo down my road with lions, another was set in hotel lift crash, another involved hundreds of Jack-in-the-boxes, another involved the Ilford Exchange and another involved dogs tearing at me.
Not suprising really that I used to hold a phobia to all those things, then is it?
Ashman wrote:
> Wakka wrote:
> I always get dreams where mad, psychopathic men are chasing me
> around
> with axes and chainsaws and the like.
>
> *revs up chainsaw*
*screams and runs*
> Wakka wrote:
> I always get dreams where mad, psychopathic men are chasing me
> around
> with axes and chainsaws and the like.
>
> *revs up chainsaw*
*screams and runs*
I have nightmares, there really bad at times I wake up and I am shaking and I think to myself wow glad that’s over. Yet when I go back to sleep I’m back in the same nightmare. I have had this nightmare for months. It’s the same old same old.
In sort of like a town centre some group of evil looking men walk in dressed in black. Next minute they pull out these guns and start shooting at everyone killing them of slowly 1 by 1. One of the men starts shooting at me and I don’t fall to the ground. He takes 1 shot and I just walk away. I can feel the pain and just walk yet he won’t stop shooting, how ever much it hurts I don’t stop, I carry on just trying to get away but I don’t die. Then someone else starts shooting at me and still I feel the pain I’m in agony but don’t seem to get weaker or let it bother me too much. The pain gets worse after each shot.
God damn it I wish id just die!!!
Then there are the ones where I am on a massive boat, a ferry I think it is. Why I keep being on a boat I don’t know. Maybe because I hate being on them I guess. I don’t know why I’m on them for starters and I don’t understand how I got on it in the first place.
Then I have this really weird kind of dreamy nightmare. I say both because all though there is a bad part to it there is a real good part to it too.
I am sat in a really really big field; the grass is really green the sky is really blue with white fluffy clouds. Sitting in front of me about a metre or so away from me is my dad in a white suit.
All we seem to do is talk, he tells me things and I tell him things but if he seems to start telling me something he shouldn’t then some black sort of spirit thing drags him a little further away from me.
When I wake up I remember been in the dream and I remember us talking to each other but I don’t think I always remember what I shouldn’t remember.
That is the most realistic dream I have ever ever had in my life.
It’s like I have been with him the whole time. I have the same dream a lot as it occurs every so often. I think the more he tries to tell me the further away he gets to me as this evil black thing takes him away from me. I let him know in my dream not to say too much to me as I don’t want to loose him all over again. I want to hang on to the dream as long as I can.
In sort of like a town centre some group of evil looking men walk in dressed in black. Next minute they pull out these guns and start shooting at everyone killing them of slowly 1 by 1. One of the men starts shooting at me and I don’t fall to the ground. He takes 1 shot and I just walk away. I can feel the pain and just walk yet he won’t stop shooting, how ever much it hurts I don’t stop, I carry on just trying to get away but I don’t die. Then someone else starts shooting at me and still I feel the pain I’m in agony but don’t seem to get weaker or let it bother me too much. The pain gets worse after each shot.
God damn it I wish id just die!!!
Then there are the ones where I am on a massive boat, a ferry I think it is. Why I keep being on a boat I don’t know. Maybe because I hate being on them I guess. I don’t know why I’m on them for starters and I don’t understand how I got on it in the first place.
Then I have this really weird kind of dreamy nightmare. I say both because all though there is a bad part to it there is a real good part to it too.
I am sat in a really really big field; the grass is really green the sky is really blue with white fluffy clouds. Sitting in front of me about a metre or so away from me is my dad in a white suit.
All we seem to do is talk, he tells me things and I tell him things but if he seems to start telling me something he shouldn’t then some black sort of spirit thing drags him a little further away from me.
When I wake up I remember been in the dream and I remember us talking to each other but I don’t think I always remember what I shouldn’t remember.
That is the most realistic dream I have ever ever had in my life.
It’s like I have been with him the whole time. I have the same dream a lot as it occurs every so often. I think the more he tries to tell me the further away he gets to me as this evil black thing takes him away from me. I let him know in my dream not to say too much to me as I don’t want to loose him all over again. I want to hang on to the dream as long as I can.
*Spectates with bucket of popcorn*
*Holds axe up to moonlight*
Wakka wrote:
> I always get dreams where mad, psychopathic men are chasing me around
> with axes and chainsaws and the like.
*revs up chainsaw*
> I always get dreams where mad, psychopathic men are chasing me around
> with axes and chainsaws and the like.
*revs up chainsaw*
i haven't had a crystal maze in a while either
I occasionaly have nightmares every few months. Usually ends up with me waking up muttering out "F**K OFF" repeatadly in a sort of muted voice...the dreams sort of have some sort of ghost which is trying to scare me, and my responce in the dreams is to try and shout at it but for some reason my voice is muted...thats when i wake up and let the words actually out.
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