Last night was the worst night of sleep I've ever had in my entire life. I can't remember any details of the nightmares other than I was watching women be seduced and then violently raped and murdered. There was no continuity between dreams they were totally random. I also had a false awakening where i awoke, looked at my clock and it was well after I was supposed to be at school so I looked out the window to see if it snowed however, there was no snow on the ground outside, and i thought it was Friday. (In reality there's a foot of snow on the ground and it's a Monday). I then snapped back into my bed with a crushing weight on my chest, unable to move. I heard the sounds of women gagging and began to panic. I kept telling myslef it was only sleep paralysis and forced my eyes closed so I didn't see the horrors that were surely in my room. I felt as though my chest were a limb and punched with it. This caused me to wake up for real by jerking my body up right. I spent the next 20 minutes trying to calm myself down with a pounding headache. Worst. Night. Ever. .
OKAY! So, as the title suggests I had a very vivid, weird dream last night. I was laying in bed at home, and I went through to wake my son (he's 3) up and head into the living room together as we do every morning, but as my son opened the door I saw in the middle of the room's wall (I have a part of the wall that sticks out like a pillar) in the corner, there was a big spider web, it was hanging down and shaped like a loose sack. There was a BIG yellow spider with blue stripes on it, it was the size of two human hands and it was walking around inside it's web-sack thing. There were two bee's inside it's web-sack and a very big wasp, the size of a human thumb, they were all dead. I ushered my son out of the room and put a DVD on for him to watch while I went to go and wake my partner to go and get rid of the spider. I laid down next to him and told him about the spider in the living room to which he asked what it looked like; I described it to him and he asked what was inside the web-sack and I told him about the bee's and wasp and he shrugged it off and said it wasn't something he could get rid of as it was too big and I sensed that there was more that he wasn't telling me, like it was dangerous. So I went back through the hallway and peered through the door, the spider was still there and it seemed to be in a predatory stance. What shocked me was that my mother (who I haven't spoken to or seen in 3 years due to dramatic reasons) was sat on my couch watching the TV and ignoring the spider compleately. I went over to her and sat next to her and I felt like a little girl, I curled into her hugging her arm and asked her to make the spider go away as it scared me; she never once took her eyes off of the TV and told me to ignore it. Then when I looked at it there was what seemed to be a little duckling toy inside the web-sack and the spider was slowly stalking towards it. I feared for the toy and asked my mother why there was a duckling in the web-sack and she just shrugged it off and said that it was a toy and to not worry about it. But I watched and the more I watched the more fearful I felt as I saw the duckling toy shaking, I looked away when the spider was infront of the toy and out of the peripheral vision of my eye I could see the spider attacking the duckling toy; but the toy was letting out this terrified cry for help and it made me cry. I pleaded for my mother to get rid of the Spider as it was hurting the Duckling and she shrugged and said that it was meant to happen. Then she looked at me with accusing eyes and I heard her voice in my head saying "you deserve this too." I closed my eyes to cry but when I opened my eyes again I was back in bed with my partner laying next to me, shortly after I woke up properly from the dream. I didn't see any spider afterwards and there wasn't one in my living room (thank God!) But, I was wondering if anyone would have any idea as to what the meaning behind that dream could be? I have some guesses but it upsets me to dwell on that dream for too long lol. Feel free to share your views on my dream and opinions, they are much appreciated. <3 Yours truly, Tabbi.
Hello! I am interested in lucid dreaming, so I will take notes on the dream that I just had on here... now! So, the dream was a disturbing one. It involved murder, a murder-causing radio (or 2?), possible time-traveling to find the roots of what happened, vomiting, and survival. The funny thing was, I knew that I was dreaming, but I wanted to solve the dream's problems. That may be why I decided to go back to find the source; terrible things already happened then. Oh, and I almost forgot another thing; there was a sociopathic truck. There was no driver in it, and it seemed to seek out people to run over when they are crossing... Sort of like the Doctor Who episode "Father's Day", where a truck (albeit with a driver) constantly goes through a time warp to hit the paradoxical person who was meant to die then so that the time stream becomes normal again. It was like that, except that I didn't die permanently. I had a dream within a dream, I think... And now I really wanted to find a way to destroy the radio, in bed, which I took manners to do.I took the radio, teleported into bed, and I tried to wake up by forcing myself to. I screamed as hard as I could, I made up ridiculous twists that would wake me up, and I even vomited in bed. I also tried to destroy the radio, but it didn't seem to break... Thankfully, that was only in the dream, and I eventually woke up. I immediately did a reality check on my surroundings; it was not bright, like in the dream. I was quite astounded, and I decided to make this journal to record such dreams. Needless to say, it was a memorable nightmare. I have a feeling the radio is going to come back into my dreams, though I hope not... I will make these posts as much as I can, and I look forward to the results. ^^ -Day 1 completed- - Logan
Updated 12-30-2013 at 10:53 AM by 67145
Well this dream was the last of my sleep but i found it funny and scary. I was with some people and we were going to beach .. we went to beach and we saw incoming a plastic boat u know the one u gotta fill with oxygen air but without air and like crashed , i and it was heading back to sand and i took it out .. then we were on the sand and u know like celebrating with families , but i saw 1kid opening holes from the sand and little fly's and those small things ocming outside so i try to cover all those covered holes .. in 1 moment we heard that there is a killer or something ... everyone left .. and there was a building near unfinished one but almost finished like 90% only painting left.. i went near and i had to climb on the roof from the wooden thing that electricity comes and see from the top whats going on , and i've took something from there i dont remember something importanrt really like a pendant or i dont know i dont remember. So then i was kind of scary and i climbed down from the same way from the electricity line cables and the building , that was so pro lol. so when i reached down and everyone was left ... you know in dreams u dont do sometimes what u want cus its dream and if you dont know that your dreaming then the dream is going it byself .. and it guided me to go inside the building and search for him or something ... wow i was scared abit but i was kind of going silently and when i realised that there is a killer that kills people out on that sea or whatever , i just try to run back lol while running to go back something messaged in my mind "the door you entered is locked" but i didnt care and i went and headed over there as fast as possible to leave that killer. when i found the door i was like omg i knew he will lock me in and come and kill me .. now what to do ? he put on the Door a metal thing that u have to slide at right but u can't touch it cus u will get electro shock .. and what i did was i slide it with my foot lol , i mean with my shoes i pushed it and TICK, door opened .. i wanted to continue dreaming that maybe if i willl sleep again now i might do , and see that nooble killer what he can do , thats how i pwn ! have fun
BLACK: Regular BLUE: Dream RED: Notes PURPLE: Quote (specific words I remember clearly) __________________________________________________ ____________________________ I'm not quite sure how this dream started or ended. Date: November 30th, 2013 __________________________________________________ ____________________________ I was in a hospital [ it looked like one I'd been in before ]. It was quiet, which made me feel very uncomfortable. It didn't seem right. A man [ He appeared to be in his early/mid 20's and had brown hair, young face, was tall, thin, and had dark eyes. He seemed very familiar ] grabbed my arm and pulled me away from where I was. He mentioned something to a woman by me [ I believe she was a nurse like figure, but I'm not sure ] about "finding all the pretty girls in the hospital and raping the f-ck out of them." [ I don't think he thought that I'd heard him. That, or he didn't care if I did or not. ] I began feeling incredibly nervous, but I hid it to the best of my ability. We passed my family [ always female members from my mother's side or my father. None of them ever noticed me, save my father. He glanced at me but said and did nothing ] two times. Some time along the way I mentioned something about "not wanting to be treated this way again." The man looked at me and we sat on some stairs [ the "nurse" woman stood off the the side. The stairs were hard stone ] and he asked me, "You've been raped before?" [ those words rang in my head over and over when I woke up ] I mentioned something about being a virgin but that I'd been sexually abused in the past [ this is true. I have been ]. He raised his eyebrow and almost seemed to feel sorry for me. I thought he'd let me go. Suddenly, he pulled me to my feel and literally dragged me to a room [ more details on the room below ] that looked like both a physical therapy facility and an x-ray/CT scan room. He had the nurse take me to a machine on the far right side of the room. I faced the closed end of it. The man said "We're making sure you won't get pregnant. STAND STILL!" I was shaking violently by this point. I was scared. He had the nurse woman spread my arms out and made me stand holding some bars on either side of me. After this, the man literally growled and tore me away from the machine. He took of my jacket [ it was red ] , leaving me in my tank top [ grey ], jeans, and socks. I noticed my dad outside the room and I told the nurse to shut the door. She did this. The man pushed me onto my back [ I landed on another machine that was on the floor. I hit my back on two bars ] and I crossed my legs over each other and put my arms over my chest. I started pleading with him. "Please, please don't!" I cried over and over [ I was literally crying ]. The man towered over me and he ripped his shirt off and started trying to take my clothes off. I kicked at him and screamed repeatedly. Eventually, I think, I got so afraid that I just woke up. The ending is blurry. __________________________________________________ ____________________________ NOTES: About the room- It was on the top floor in the west side of the building. The sun was setting outside the single window which had blinds over it. The room was cold. The colors were desaturated, but there was blue and white all around me -ironically my school colors-. There were various "machines" strewn about. The door that I saw my dad out of was on the right side of the room right next to the machine I stood by. The door was a flimsy plywood sliding door that had no lock. The only light in the room came from that one window. It was dark-ish Various notes- I remember that I didn't scream for my dad's help because I didn't want him to see me so vulnerable. I would rather be raped than have him see me like that. No one seemed to notice what the man was saying. The nurse never spoke or made any noise. The man was very familiar and was rough, then gentle, then rough. My dad looked through me when he gazed my way. All I could think about when I woke up was the mysterious man who'd made me do something sexual (no details because I don't want to say it) when I was 5 years old. Around the time I started to faze out from the dream, I remember that the man looked animalistic. He also started to "melt." His image literally just began to melt. I remember my dad (after the whole ordeal, probably) saying something like "Oh I never wanted this to happen again. It's like 10 years ago." __________________________________________________ ____________________________ If you can offer any help here, I'd appreciate it. This dream hits home in too many ways. I've had more and more dreams like this one, lately, It's as though my subconscious is trying to make me see something.
Here is an excerpt of my dream journal on HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com... I went to bed an hour later than usual (11:30pm). A bottle of wine and pizza may have contributed to my state. I wake up at 3:45am to write: I am in bed watching an engrossing but creepy documentary. It begins mildly enough, but in the first few minutes it becomes apparent that this is not a pleasant video. There is cerebral violence and profound sadness here. I had put this DVD in to watch while following along with a manuscript, which I had in my hand, and in my own handwriting. The details of the DVD are hazy now, but there is a lot of strong and dark emotion, and my notes, of course, coincide with that same dark theme. As the DVD plays and I read along intently, Teresa comes in, apparently having been talking to other loved ones outside about me. She is concerned about the content of the DVD and about my state of mind. I point to a place in the manuscript of significant emotional anguish, and I tell her that I am not ready to let go of these feelings. Besides, I have no choice. It's all here in the script. It's all here in my life. I can't escape it. I realize that the manuscript is my dream journal, and the DVD is a recording of my dreams. This is a nightmare, the first recalled since I began writing my dream journal. I realize, too, that it is a movie I have seen played before in previous dreams. I am drawn to it. Morbidly riveted, actually. I want to scream aloud to relieve my soul of the bottled feelings, but in doing so I know it will harm those around me, causing frightful confusion. They would never understand. Teresa leaves the room, sympathetic and understanding. She understands. She always understands. I release a huge silent scream of pain. My spine tingles with ice cold terror. This is a lonely journey, I realize. Sometimes terrifying.
Updated 12-10-2013 at 09:20 PM by 66683 (Categorized)
To start out with, i haven't had anything close to a nightmare for years, so this one is kind of weird. i wasn't one of the characters, i was just watching and couldn't do anything. There was a group of boy scouts in an abandoned park with at least a mile of wilderness on every side, and the scouts were spending a week there. It was all fine, setting up camp in one of the picnic housing area things, then a kid found a gameboy with a game in that was like tetris mixed with DDR (i don't even know) and the scouts played the game until night time. when it became night, there were loud noises and my vision turned staticy with a red hue. I woke up. it was late at night, so when i went back to sleep, i came back to the area and i was one of the scouts, trying to spend the night there. the last thing i remembered about the dream was a wolf or something jumping out and attacking someone . The dream wasn't very scary to me, just more dark than any of the dreams i have had for years.
Last time I was on this site I was reading an entry from someone who was saying they were afraid to Lucid Dream in case they couldn't wake themselves up. To me that's not a problem as even before I knew about LDing I could force myself awake when something bad was happening - so I thought id experiment a little. The other night I was in the middle of a non-lucid dream, and things where getting bad, (This nowadays is where I usually become Lucid and change it.) But on this occasion I wanted to wake myself up differently from normal, no forcing myself awake. Normally I force my eyes open from within the dream and kinda feels like i'm sucking myself out of the dream. So when shit started going down I tried to find a different way to leave the dream. Now lucid of course, I walked through an alleyway and into a little corner shop style thing. It was dark and dingy and like a little old sweet shop. I spoke to the lady at the counter, a tiny little, very old Chinese lady, looked almost like a witch sort of character. I said to her whilst looking at all the different sweets and stuff lined up on the counter and in jars - "I need you to give me something that will wake me up." She took a moment to think and pottered around, and come back with a dark blue sphere shaped sweet. I was well aware that outside the shop was still very hostile and coming closer. The DC handed it over and nodded assertive and reassuringly to me. I popped it into my mouth and swallowed it whole. Instantly my vision went funny, bright colours in a spiralling black tunnel, It felt like I was being pulled backwards through the tunnel head first. Only about three seconds later I was awake on my pillow, slightly shocked, but it worked! How amazing was that! So yeah I thought that was a pretty cool experiment, and something new to me. Worked just how I wanted it too though and would be interesting to see if that style works on anyone else, (I know most people don't want to wake up from LDs,) but if they did then give it a try or let me know ways you have tried!
10.11.2013 2/2NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu estava na casa dos meus sogros, na sala, que por sinal estava bem diferente. Estávamos sentados assistindo TV quando eu vi uma aranha e a matei. A partir daí começaram a aparecer insetos de todos os lados da casa. Quanto mais eu matava, mais apareciam. Matei aranhas e escorpiões, grandes e pequenas. Os escorpiões brilhavam como se tivessem uma luz de LED no corpo. No fim, estava tentando matar um inseto que se parecia com um mouse, mas tinha uma caraoaça dura por cima. Lembro-me de tê-lo atingido várias vezes antes que ele rachasse. Acordei com a Ju me chacoalhando. Ela disse que eu estava agitado na cama, mexendo muito as pernas. [Nesse dia, minha gata encontrou uma aranha grande em casa e eu a matei]
Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002: Nightmare #1: I had a nightmare that I was in this deserted ruined city-place, and there was nuclear ash everywhere. The city was quasi-inhabited by the ghosts of children, who told me that I couldn't leave because nobody leaves. I tried to leave anyway, by climbing over a crumbled wall and biking down a deserted and shattered highway. I could bike a LOT faster in my dream than in reality - in fact, I was amazed by the speed at which I was going. There was something nameless and terrifying behind me, and I didn't want to look back because I knew that if I did I'd see nothing there but a tremendous wall of brute evil force... like a visual shock-wave from a bomb blast... and then I opened up my eyes, I was lying in bed in the pitch-black and felt something sitting at the edge of my bed. Something like a man but not a man. It terrified the hell out of me. I could feel it there like... a dead weight... solid as a rock. I was paralyzed with fear, but finally gathered the courage to lunge for the light. When I turned it on - of course nothing was there. Perhaps that was when I really woke up and the nightmare ended, or at least I hope so. Nightmare #2: There was a house that was - how can I put it? - unfolded. It existed in more than three dimensions, so to speak, and was very frightening to experience. There were ghosts living in it. There seem to be a lot of ghosts in my dreams. One of them was a sort of... respectable old gentleman, who would be kindly if he weren't so sinister in a way. The house was a labyrinth, and I kept getting lost and becoming very afraid. Nightmare #3: I had a nightmare that I had died. In it, my mother and brother and I lived in an old Victorian mansion. I couldn't move on, and wanted very badly to communicate with them, but the only time I could was that split second when they hovered between sleep and waking. At night I was chased by hell-hounds, and was sort of held back by things that I thought of in my dream as "death-bones".
Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002: I had a nightmare that the devil tried to seduce me, but at the last minute I pulled back and ran out of the room. It wasn't so much terrifying as unsettling. I also had a dream about being chased through an iron tower. It was creepy. I managed to escape and ran out into the road to ask for help, but nobody would pick me up. Finally, a nice young couple was kind enough to pick me up even though they knew the consequences, but they still didn't seem to appreciate the danger that I was putting them in.
Original Journal Entry - Feb. 1st, 2002: Santa Claus was actually an evil overlord who derived his power from people giving him pennies (thus granting him control over them). He caused storms and floods that destroyed entire villages. But we robbed him of his power, and he became a decrepit old man who traveled around with a family in a station-wagon. One of the little girls in the family learned his power, that is, to clap her hands and cause thunderstorms. The station-wagon then floated magestically across the ocean, into the sunset. Original journal entry dated Jan. 31, 2002: #1: I had a dream that I was in a grade school fighting demons with an iron, and was afraid to stand still too long because they would come up through the floor. It had the Gundam pilots in it, for whatever reason. Then there was something about a woman being a train on train tracks going through a flooded city, and meanwhile I was a juvenile delinquent trying to set myself straight and failing miserably. #2: I lived in an apartment with the old dude from Men In Black. And then I was taking care of my pet rabbit, and for some reason the radiator was in the bathroom. I was cleaning her cage and set it next to the radiator, and somehow she got out of the cage and into the radiator. I managed to get her out but she was VERY badly burned, and really cut up, so I was flipping out and my mother (who was suddenly there for some reason) was telling me to cut it out because the burns were only third degree (?!) and she wasn't missing THAT much skin. Then mom woke me up (in real life) to tell me that she had let my rabbit run around on the deck for another hour or so. Then I went and checked on my rabbit (this is awake, in real life) who was remarkably unburnt and had all of her skin. *shudder*
The visuals were realistic and colorful. The beginning of this dream is lost, as usual.. I was at some sort of garage party... This was a garage made up of various garages and garage parties I've attended. At the party were a few people I know in real life, and other random dream characters. The place was complex and dingy. In real life I wouldn't have been thrilled to be at this party. I barely recall interacting with anyone. At one point I decided to step outside for a change of scenery. Outside looked like the backwoods of some remote county. There was a healthy green lawn, tall white-bark leafless trees, and only one neighboring house, which was really more shack than house. (*Recall gets hazy at this point*) Out of the shack, come the next door neighbors. Three men who looked like sinister cast members on the show Swamp People. (A show I've not watched a single episode of yet.) They were big, and glaring at me with absolute hatred. I realized that disdain for their appearance might be showing on my face, and fueling mutual repulsion.. I looked one of them up and down for something to compliment him on. I thought it would lighten the mood. He was wearing dirty jeans. Muddy boots. A stained and ripped jean jacket. A very old darkened flannel shirt, and a vest that looked like it was made in the 1950's. He had wild hair. Yellow teeth and dirt on his face with very blood shot eyes. I said "I like that vest." He looked at it, somewhat taken off guard by my remark. He didn't thank me, but when he looked back up at me he had this half puckered expression that revealed his rotten teeth. It wasn't a smile, but it was better than the 'I want to kill you right now' look on his face before. I started to walk back towards the party, the three men followed me a ways. I said "We're having a party, you guys can probably come for a few beers." They seemed slightly curious, but not impressed. I walked back to the house, opened the side door and walked back in to the dark garage. The guy with the vest leaned inside to have a look. There was now blood everywhere, and no sign of the party goers. I felt very uneasy. I ignored the neighbors and bolted inside to see what happened.. Near the back, there was trough filled with water about a foot deep. There were a number of people in the trough standing and fighting off what appeared to be something like skinless gremlins about 3ft tall. And the people were losing. Blood was splashing. Lights were flashing. Music was playing. It was like a twisted dance floor. As I watched in disbelief, a more powerful looking skinless gremlin with a bulging oblong brain leaped from a rafter and sliced another gremlin in dozens of of pieces with its steel straight edged elongated claws. I was fighting off being horrified. It turned and faced me directly. It was hideous. About 3.5 feet tall. Humanoid. It had yellow cats eyes. Wicked snaggle-tooth fangs and a huge visible brain. No hair. No fir. Just exposed. Bloody. Densely packed muscles. It looked agile and a little bit stocky. I said "Why did you kill one of your own?" It said in a raspy voice "He was going to die soon anyway." I pulled out a pocket knife and said "What happens if I stab you in the brain?!" It said "Try it." I stabbed it in the brain. He rolled his eyes up to look at me. I pulled out the knife and stabbed it again further back and with more force. It acted disoriented by the second attack. I staggered back reeling with disgust. After another moment, he regained composure and started to climb out of the pool to follow me. Now, I ran. Strangely into a small room with a TV. I looked at the TV remote. I said "I want to change the channel. I don't want to see these things anymore." --Then I woke up. I have not had a nightmare since I last posted one on Dream Views. When I woke up, I felt perfectly calm and well rested. This is the most complex dream I clearly recall in about the past year.
Updated 10-15-2013 at 01:08 PM by 32174
14.10.2013Lots of orders at fiverr. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I went to my computer and updated the Fiverr site. I had a ton of orders such as $100 Tarot Readings, $80 orders and lots of small orders. Most of these they bought the rush feature. I felt overwhelmed due the huge and suddedn workload.
This was my first time actually being able to do a lucid dream on purpose. And it just so happened to be a nightmare that I've had before. It was middle of the day I was sitting in a medow with a pond with my right foot in the clear water and suddenly the sun was setting and it started to get cooler I got up and was starting to walk away from the water when suddenly a dark shadow was looming over me. I didn't turn around, but the hair on my arms and back of my neck were standing on end and I started to run to the house. There was a large Weeping Willow and I nearly tripped over the root caught myself before I could trip and I ran into the back door...like literally ran into the back door before I was able to open it and slam it close. As soon as I slammed it shut whatever was chasing me slammed into the door. I ran up the stairs, ran down a long hallway and I could hear heavy footfalls on the stairs. I stopped at a small door opened it, and fell down a long dark tunnel and into dark blue water, I could only see a little past my chest but other than that the water was dark. I heard whatever it was that was chasing me make a horrible growling noise and I dove under the water and swam through another tunnel where I came up for air there was a table with a chest on it, a small night stand with an old school tv with the rabbit ears on it. I don't remember what was on the tv, but as soon as I got to the chest I woke up. Just like always. Does anyone know what this means I've been having this nightmare for the past year, the house is always the same as well as the tree, but everything else changes.
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