nightmare

Here are some nightmares, probably not a very long list, and some dont seem particularly scary, but these freaked me out so bad a sat in a cold sweat for hours before i went back to bed. (they get worse as i get older too.)

- Wolf dreams: the only one that repeats (very infrequently though), not as scary as the rest though, i can fall asleep after but its one of those ones where you need to force yourself awake. basically im playing alone in my backyard, close to my woods and abandoned shed and dog cage (big square of fence with a dog house in it, the dogs are now dead). then i notice the wolves. they are black, and are watching me silently with yellow eyes. its not a look of rage, or if they were stalking prey, or calm, they were eerie large eyes that never blinked and seemed to look into my soul. they would growl and i would know they were going to rip me to shreds. i would try to run, but i couldnt, my feet were rooted to the ground in terror. (the last time i couldnt move but punched one when it lunged, the other times i wake up.)

-Deadly flowers: from this point on these are one time deal nightmares, and were bad for me, this one is from when i was little. i am spectating a man giving a woman a present from her front door. she takes it out of the box and there is a large beautiful flower with very thick leaves that seem wet. when she touches it her eyes roll back into her head untill they are completely white, her face contorts in pain, and she emitts the most bloodcurteling loud scream i have ever heard, it gave me chills and woke me up.

-Homer simpson: in a car, backseat, homer simpson is driving. he falls asleep. but not in a normal way, his head sags back over the back of his seat, his upside down face looking into mine, with completely white eyeballs. it was so creepy, he looked dead and his white eyes and creepy round teeth added to the fact the car was going to crash made me wake up, later on i wondered why i was so afraid of a simpson.

-What the hell is in the basement?: climb down into a basement from a latter. only a square of light from above provides a bright square of light in a black room. i see something moving. it comes closer, its a pale demon child thing, and all you need to know it was creepy. whoever was with me on top when i went into the basement alone slammed the hatch to the basement. in the darkness i woke up.

-zombie children?: im older now, but in this dream i was a toddler again for some reason. i was with my mom when i went to a party at my friend toms house. she put me in the basement to talk to his parents, and i stayed in there behind a child proof gate with some other kids my age. i didnt know these kids but in this dream i was little and i didnt care. the kids were all quiet and huddled except for one kid in the corner. "Hi, my name is Be..." "SHHHHH!!!!". for the first time i looked at the lone child. the whites of his eyes had a sickly yellow tint to them and black pupils., he had black hair and was unnaturally pale. His blood was black, and dripping from his mouth like drool. he took strained breaths and looked up. if i could describe this kid in one word it would be rotting. he walked over and the kids were silent, unsure of what he would do. and he grabbed one, and started bitting his head. the other children screamed as the monster child bit into the kids head, taking out chunks and sending a spout of red blood out. then i woke up.

-The serial killer: last one for this post. walking through the woods alone. its not really dark, but its dreary and eerily quiet. then i start to notice the trees, or more specifically what was on them. someone had been nailing fingernails, toenails, toes, the ends of fingers, eyelids, and other various bits of flesh and organs to the trees. then as i looked i noticed a dirty, creepy old man standing conspicuously in between the trees staring at me unblinkingly. "hey kid, watch out, someone has been killing in this part of the woods, i just found a body, want to see it?" its a dream, so for some reason i go with him without uttering a word. we go into the forest, and the trees thin a little. then lying on the ground is a mutilated corpse, the bottom part missing, entrails pouring out, a look of horror on the face as flys landed in the gaping mouth to lay maggots. i could only say "who would do this" and looked back at the man. at that point he gave me the biggest, most sinister smile, and blew out his lantern. yea thats when i woke up.