Tristen

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."