nightmare

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.

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 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..