Tristen

I only remember a fragment of this nightmare. I must have been about 5 years old when I had it.

I was sitting in my room, alone. I had this cabbage patch doll in my hands and I was brushing it's hair and singing to it. I remember singing to it so it would be nice to me. I guess I had a feeling that the doll was evil and that it would attack me if I stepped out of line. I was telling it how pretty and nice it was and I noticed it start to move. It began to growl and it started shaking. It's growl turned into a scream and it tackled me down and started choking me. I grabbed the doll and threw it and then I woke up.

Okayy sooo... I've been trying to go lucid for quite some time now with absolutely no success. Last night I started to feel a little bit lucid and I could do some things in the dream, just not everything.

All I remember is being next to a stone wall, chasing around a sheep because it got out. It was a silly little booger as well. It would be walking and I run up to it and it would run a few steps away and baa-aa-aa-aa. I did this for quite some time until I finally realized I was dreaming. When I realized I was dreaming, I sat down and thought, "I don't need to catch that stupid sheep. What the hell am I even doing?" I started trying to think of all the things I could do and the I woke up. :/ baa-aa-aa-aaaaa

This dream is extremely cool but it gets a little scattered in parts so bare with me..

It all starts with me deciding to take a trip to south Africa to help needy people. I remember wondering where i was going to get the money to do it in the dream. I was standing in front of all of my friends and family. Even some co workers were there. I asked everyone that wanted to go with me to raise their hands. One of my friends/ co workers raised her hand in excitement and I said she could go. We were both ecstatic and the next thing I knew we were on a one way flight to south Africa. There were alot of people on the plane getting off at our stop. The plane itself opened up and a white water slide flew out and we were expected to slide down it, straight into the middle of the jungle. I remember being angry that my bags were getting wet and being very unsure of the method of getting us to the jungle. I noticed the humidity straight away. I saw snakes in trees. I saw a crocodile in a lake in the distance. At the bottom of the slide there was a hungry tiger waiting to devour everyone that slid down it. I screamed for everyone to run back up the slide and there was a massive panic as we all started to scramble back up it. It was extremely difficult to try and manouver up the slippery, steep slide.

The dream breaks off into something seemingly unrelated but the two parts come together to almost make sense in the end.

I now have the point of view of a man in a masked red and black suit. He is riding down an endless highway in a convertible car. His peaceful ride is interrupted by the hulk smashing in the front of the car. He goes flying out and lands in the middle of the road. The hulk is accompanied by and evil woman. They both approach with an obvious agenda. The woman kneels down and demands for the man to hand over his right of passage. He insists that he lost it and she threatened to harm his family. He said he could get it back but the have to send him to the nether realm to get it. They had to kill him.

The next thing I remember is being in a very strange dimension. Everywhere was very dark. It seemed like the air around all the objects was dark red. You could only see dark shadows and silhouettes of everything. You couldn't see detail on anything until you were very close to it. It looked like an endless, red desert. It felt very lonely and desperate even. All of a sudden, the hulk came falling out of the sky and landed right in front of the man. He demanded that he take him to get the right of passage and that he was there to ensure that he came out with it. I don't remember how they got there or where they were exactly but they were somewhere on a hill in the underworld surrounded by large stone structures. In the middle of the stone hinge looking things, there was a platform with a ticket on it. I could tell it was the right of passage. The man took it and handed it over to the hulk and he left. The man was left there alone until... I came along to save the day!!! That's right. I was there too! (guess I didn't make it up the slide)

I noticed the man walking around and I somehow knew the way out of the underworld. I wanted to help and the next thing I know, the man and I are cruising through the underworld in a convertible, headed towards the exit. He was so ecstatic and he was thanking me over and over for helping him escape so he could go home to his family. He offered me the money to get home from Africa when I got out so I could go home to mine. We were driving towards a huge tornado looking portal when I woke up..

This is a nightmare I had a few nights ago. My fiance woke me up and said that I was making strange noises. Usually when I do that, I'm trying to wake myself up.

I remember the dream starting while I was in an old house of mine. There were a few people there from my father's church. I don't really like church people. Anyway. Apparently, it was my job to watch over this one room until my stepmother got back from shopping. There were bunk beds in the room and a dresser, I think. Everyone left the house and I was the only one left. They told me that if I wasn't careful, that I could accidentally invoke demonic spirits while they were gone. They told that the house had been previously haunted. I waited for a little while and stood in the same spot in the room. After awhile of waiting for them to get back, I became more and more uneasy. There was a sense of eeriness flooding the house. I was alone but I felt like I was being watched. Then, out of nowhere, I hear a woman's voice calling my name. I didn't like that at all. It felt like there were tortured souls all over the house and their loneliness pulled on me and drug me down. There were lonely voices calling out to me from all directions and I felt like I was the one who had brought them in. Before I knew it, I was on the floor, on my back, screaming for help. No one could hear me and I couldn't wake myself up from the dream.


My fiance finally woke me up and said I had been struggling in my sleep and wheezing. Thank Christ he woke me. I don't know what was so scary about the dream but it smothered me.

I'm gonna call this my first nightmare! The nightmare that was the catalyst to my morbid fear of inanimate objects as a child..

I was with my family in the dream. My mother, father and brother were there with me in the empty apartment sleeping on the floor. The place had absolutely no furniture and was completely barren. I was trying to sleep when I heard a faint howling sound. The sound persisted so I went to investigate. What I found would scar me forever... I found a little, two dimensional, stuffed, blue and purple dog... howling.. It was in a plastic bag and it was howling.. I woke from the dream screaming my head off. From then on we would always remember what my four year old self called, "The little sewed up doggy."

This is one of my favorite dreams that I've ever had. It was so detailed and exotic. It could be a book. I honestly don't know how my mind does it sometimes.. Anyway..

The dream starts out in my high rise, New York apartment. It was very nice and contemporary. I remember there being a piano in the middle of the living area. I was playing a song in the dream that I had composed myself in real life. I went to brush my teeth and when I looked in the mirror, my appearance was quite different than my real one. I was me, but I wasn't me. I had very short black hair. I would compare it to the TRON girl. My features were different as well. I thought about taking the look on for real. I received a call on my cell phone from a very calm man telling me to be at the church at 2 am sharp.

The next thing I know, I'm in a very large cathedral. There were large men in black suits placed at either side of each entrance. I was greeted by a good looking man in regular clothes but I got the sense that he was a very powerful/ rich/ important sort of guy. He told me that "Sibil's men" were on their way and asked me if I'd be ready. I smirked and didn't reply but parkoured up the walls using the pipes and perched myself above the main entrance. I waited for a few moments and a bunch of men burst in the door, shooting and shouting. I sniped them all with absolute ease and the fuss was over in minutes. A couple of the men in suits were killed during the ambush. I went upstairs in the church, to the office and found the man that greeted me and told him it was all clear. I told him about the men and he said he would have it cleaned up. He informed me that he was going to need an escort back to his home and that he would need me to keep watch for the remainder of the night. I then noticed the man's gay partner come onto the scene and he was talking about rich man's father. Apparently the man I'm being hired to protect is a gay, son of a crime lord.

(here's where things get exceedingly weird)

The mysterious gay man shows me where I will be staying to keep watch for the night. I was like a little look out post on top of his mansion that overlooked the whole area. It was all open-windowed and it was very classy. He was very calm for a man who was being hunted. I was very calm for that matter. The dream cuts off like a movie to his point of view. I was showering across the hall from him and he was peeking through his curtains, masturbating to it. His gay partner comes in and sees it. I can tell that he knew exactly what was going on but he decided to sweep the incident under the rug. The man ceased his activities in a hurry, thinking he had gone unnoticed by his partner. They then proceeded to have sex.

Meanwhile, I had brought my violin to the lookout (derp) and played songs to myself. I am very musical in this dream. I felt very lonely as well. The music must have been my way of coping with having no friends or family. I fell asleep on duty and was greeted by a loud knock on the door in the morning. I answered and it was the gay (bisexual) rich man. He had brought room service in and thanked me for keeping him safe. I replied by saying that I was only doing what I was payed to do. I then left and the dream ended.

I think that with alot of editing and changing things around that this could be a really cool story.. It's a different concept for sure..

I had this dream last night and it has some characteristics of a nightmare but it definitely wasn't the scariest dream I've ever had. The dream starts with me and some friends (of which my brain created) exploring in the woods at night. We were laughing and having a good time, it seemed. There were about four of us. Myself, a small blonde girl named Hannah, a very pretty middle eastern girl ad a fat, ginger girl.. as I recall. We found this abandoned warehouse and we went in. I already knew it wasn't a good idea to be going into the thing. I just had one of those feelings. As we got further in, there were rooms with splattered blood and what looked like torture devices. My idiot friends wanted to keep going though, so I did. I noticed at the end of a corridor there was a cage with some lions. At this point, I was begging the girls to go. There's a gap in the dream but the next thing I remember is a man coming out with a shotgun and threatening us. The next thing I know, we're all in the torture room and the man has the middle eastern woman tied up and is raping her. Once I realized how serious the situation was I started scheming and planning to escape. I don't remember what my plans were exactly but I remember there were alot of them. I think two days passed in the dream and everyone was dead but me. I remember winning the man's favor by being really nice to him. He hadn't raped me at least. I remember pretending to be his friend and telling him everything was going to be okay. There are more gaps but the next thing I remember is that I had thrown him in the cage with his own lions and I escaped. I ran home to tell everyone and the dream changed from that story line to another. The warehouse was still the focal point, though. This time, I was in the warehouse but it was daytime and my first love was there. I thought i was still with him so we were acting like boyfriend and girlfriend. He kept trying to get me to sleep with him but I wasn't in the mood. lol. I remember there being aisles like in a store. I saw the boy that I have been in love with for 6 years in the distance and I forgot all about my first love. This time, I convinced the boy to have sex with me, using some of the bondage tools in the warehouse. Well, we did and it was very realistic. I remember feeling very happy after that and he and I were just laughing and having fun together. I then saw another one of my past boyfriends and thought.. "Oh my God.. Who am I with? Which one of these men am I actually with?!?!?" The other boyfriend approached and accused me of cheating on him and I said, " Oh well, I'm going to stay with(name of boy I had bondage sex with). If all of that wasn't enough, my current fiance showed up in the dream to give me a very warm hug. I then stole away from the boy I was with to have more bondage sex with my fiance. The end... lmao

This is one of the most horrific dreams I have ever had. It tormented me in a very strange way. Okay...
The dreams starts off with me living in a house with my fiance who reminded me of a character I had seen once in a show. (He wasn't my actual fiance.) He was a very sweet guy and he was involved with the military and about to leave. In the dream, I was pregnant with his child. Shortly after he left I went into labor and called a midwife to come deliver it. She was a kindly Mexican woman and she had brought her poodle with her. We were getting all the preparations together to have it delivered and she went into the next room to get something but by the time she got back I had already given birth to the baby. It was a beautiful baby girl and I loved her instantly. I picked her up and wrapped her in a pink blanket and cuddled her for a minute. The midwife called me to come in the other room so I set the baby down on the sofa that was in the room. I put a pillow next to her so she wouldn't roll off. I noticed the poodle was sniffing her and being curious so I shewed it away. I went to see what the midwife wanted. I don't remember what it was but when I came back into the room I found only the head of the baby girl, dripping with blood on the sofa. Over in the corner of the room I saw the poodle tearing into the baby's flesh. When I saw this I fainted in my dream into a kind of half awake, half asleep state. When I got up, the reality of what had happened hit me and I began to weep. The midwife had cleaned up the mess and was trying to comfort me by saying that the dog was only acting on instinct because the child was covered in blood. I immediately called my fiance and some friends for moral support and they all cam rushing over. I took the dog and put it in a cage. It looked hideous. It was a white poodle, covered in blood. I started talking to it to obtain some kind of closure for the situation. I said, "you're not evil.. you're just an animal acting on instinct, right?" To my utter shock and bewilderment, the dog replied. It said, "Instinct? No... I enjoyed the helpless screams of your baby before I devoured it's flesh. You didn't even hear it." The dogs voice sounded like that of a five year old, little girl. It was horrifying. After the dog responded to me I wasted no time at all. I opened the cage and took it out by its neck. I grabbed the top of its head and started to twist very slowly until the creature was in agony. After that, I began to devour the dog, myself. I woke up from that horrific dream in cold sweats. I tried waking up my actual fiance next to me for comfort but he was completely exhausted and disinterested so I laid awake for the rest of the night, afraid to go back to sleep..