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This is the second dream that i am constantly haunted by and have no control over my actions,
Please note i am fully aware during these dreams but am only able to see and remember these dreams cleary but i have no control over the path or environment at all...with that in mind here we go,

The Drowning:

I 'wake up', its damp and cold...im disorientated and have no idea of my area, it seems to be somewhat of a beach but the tide is high and i am simply on a plateau of semi wet sand a small island basically...
i feel eyes watching me but there is nobody in sight...
im afraid cold and hungry(i can actually feel hunger quite acutely)...
I try walking and end up collapsin due to weakness...i black out again,
When i come to it is not due to dampness it is because i hear voices...
"Another one poor fool"-The nameless voice whispers in a hushed tone...almost saying it as if he really was pitying "me"...
I pretend to be asleep but that just makes what they do next easier...
I feel myself being lifted roughly...
I then try escape but am to late as my hands and feet are tied...
and what do you know its my good old friends the soldiers....with those same damn shortswords...
the scary thing is as i see this i look down at my stomach almost in memory of previous dream...i dont know how thats possible as i have no control so it is my bodies own doing...
so there i am tied up and looking at my stomach where in the previous dream i was stabbed....
I suddenly feel hands wrap around my neck...
I cant breathe now im being strangled...
My vision goes distorted as i struggle for oxygen...
at this point the soldier strangling me makes his face seen....and to my almost constant repetitive shock it is the very soldier that stabbed me in my previous dream...
He looks at me and yet again smiles and says with a twisted smile now on his face almost a forced look..
"dont worry this time...everything will be alright...for good"
and with that i find myself being held under the water of this massive ocean...
I struggle with all my might but eventually succumb to lack of oxygen and black out with the feeling of water rushing into my body and lungs......at which point i wake up...
//notes//
Upon awakening from this dream i wake up spluttering as if i have been drowned as well as coughing my nose is yet again bleeding and i cannot breathe properly until coughing ceases
//End
any comments help or advice on gaining control of these as well as at least not waking up to a bed with my blood all over it would be a lovely change of scenery.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
The Bear

(I promise you not all of my entries will be about nightmares, haha, just gotta get this one out of the way first.)

I was 8 and living in Wyoming at the time when I first had this nightmare, and it's the first nightmare I can remember (and like I said in my other posts I mostly have anxiety dreams, only have had 2 nightmares I can remember). I've had this come up when I was 8 twice (about 6 months after it first happened, right before I turned 9), again when I was 12 right after we moved to Nevada, and when I was 15 I had a dream that spotlighted a scene from this particular nightmare.

It's mostly in first person, which I rarely dream in. I'm my 8-year-old self, walking around my house in Wyoming like it's a regular old boring day. It's really sunny outside, so all the nights are turned off and all the fans are turned on. My sister's nowhere to be found, I assume she's at a friend's house or something. My parents are out in the backyard, so I find myself wandering the rooms looking around aimlessly. I go back in my room and find my doll, who turns out to be Cynthia, the same doll Angelica has in the Rugrats cartoon. I held her up, exaimined her, and then looked at my bed. Normally I had a few of my stuffed animals surrounding the pillows, but all of my stuffed animals had turned into dolls or stuffed humans. The moment I see these on my bed, the sky outside turns orange and thick, like there's a fire nearby. I glance at the window then glance at the door and run for the backyard. The sky is so thick it's almost red as I run out through the garage and patio onto the grass. There I'm horrified to see both of my parents are engulfed in flames. But what makes this less horrifying is that they are giant stuffed bears, almost like they're wearing mascot costumes. I know they are my parents, but I'm suddenly understanding that all humans are now stuffed bears and all stuffed animals are dolls or stuffed humans. My parents are running around in circles, screaming and on fire, making little footprint-shapes of fire on the grass which is starting more of the fire. I'm hearing dramatic music in the background that's telling me it's gonna get worse. I can't get my legs to move so I can get to them to help them. I'm screaming for them and going "No!" and all that dramaticness an 8-year-old can possess as she's seeing her parents go up in flames. As I'm screaming, I wake up, realizing my face is wet from crying and I'm mouthing the words "No, no no no..."

The waking up bit has happened each time I've had it until the dream I had at 15. The only thing I remember from it was that my parents were in it asking me "remember what happened 7 years ago?" and I have a little thought bubble pop over my head with the scene of my parents as giant stuffed bears screaming and running around on fire.

TA DA