Thread: Hellish nightmare...

Well this is my first post here. I hope someone can help me figure this out because I can't find any interpretations on the internet. I've always had trouble sleeping (insomnia), and I almost never remember any of my dreams. But when I'm up for anywhere between 36-48 hours straight, and finally crash, I have the most confusing dreams.

In the last week, I remember about 3 dreams, which I would normally be happy about... But they're all nightmares. The last dream inparticular has me really shaken. Here they are:

1. The only thing I remember about this nightmare was the ending. I was at some crime scene, and there was a white, silkish body bag on a bed. As I unzipped the bag, the girl inside, probably early 20s, black hair smooth skin, slowly opened her eyes up at me. I just froze and couldn't move. Then one side of her mouth slowly raised up in a smirk, (nightmares where someone smirks at me (especially my own reflection in the mirror) always strike fear into me) and I wake up.

2. The scene was set in the future. Everything around me I hadn't seen before. I was having fun on a flying lazyboy (like the ones in the movie Wall-E) and I flung myself into a pool. But when I got in the pool, I suddenly couldn't control my body. I would try to scoop one arm forward, but it would move backward instead etc. I cried for my friend's help, and he dragged me out of the pool. Slowly I lost all control of my movement and speech. As if I were a vegetable.

3. This one freaked me out the most. I had this about 5 hours ago, and I'm barely coming to my senses... It was set in a 2-room apartment. The first room was set up like a bedroom, and the next room was a home office. But the place was absolutely trashed. Papers everywhere, furniture out of place, and it was very dim, dark even. It was as if I were there, but at the same time I saw it in third person, watching the woman the nightmare was about. The woman was represented as my old boss. She was a wreck. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, her hair was greasy and wild, and she was absolutely filthy. She was frantically looking for particular papers in the trashed office. That's when the whispers came. Demonic, loud whispering, like a dozen people were trying to tell her something at once. She found what she was looking for, and jumped onto the bed in the next room, frantically writing something on the paper, as if she were going to forget something. Suddenly she looked up at the ceiling across the room, next to the door. Her eyes went wide, and she clutched the paper and her knees to her chest, rocking herself back and forth. I looked up at the spot she was looking at. A giant puddle of blood was clung/dripping from the ceiling, and a little girl in a dress with no shoes on was standing in it. The little girl ran across the puddle on the celing, and disappeared into an air vent. I looked back at the woman, and she looked very decripid, with dark green skin, eyes rolled back in her head, she looked like a zombie. Instantly she was back to being the filthy, freaked out woman as she was to begin with. That's when she acknowledged me. She looked me in the eyes and said, "Did you see that? Please tell me you saw that. I'm not insane, I promise! No one sees it but me! Tell me you saw it!!!" I looked back up to the vent, and in a frustrated fit, I scrame at the vent. But my voice was cut short and again I couldn't move. Then randomly there were two faceless woman under the vent, using old-fashioned type writers at a desk that wasn't there before. They had the cliche scraglly black hair that covered their faces, and their skin was grey and wrinkly. I woke up.

I had never been so shaken in my life. I laid in bed under my covers and texted some of my friends (it was only 11 at night. I had slept during the afternoon) but no one would talk to me, until about half an hour later I forced myself up to turn on my bedroom light. I'm still freaking out about every little noise this house is making.

If anyone can tell me what these dreams mean (ESPECIALLY the last one), I would be extremely grateful...