Eat the Nightmares: My Story

Fuck Nightmares. Fuck that shit.

I suffered from nightmares for years... decades. I was tormented. Sometimes I was afraid to go to sleep.

Learning about sleep, dreams, sleep paralysis, and hypnogogic hallucinations helped me overcome my nightmares. I was deathly afraid of demons. I was taught that demons can come into our dreams, and also manifest physically though invisibly.

I used to have lucid nightmares. I would not be able to wake up as demons were torturing or chasing me. I would cry out to Jesus as I was taught. It didn't work.
I would wake up in SP, sleep paralysis, and have hypnogogic hallucinations of demons. I thought the demons were paralyzing me.

Then, I began have FA's, false awakenings... I dream that I wake up in my room, but I am still in a dream. I am paralyzed. I feel a dark presence. There is a demon in my room paralyzing me. I feel its pure evil and delight in my torment. I try to cry out, only a breath... I have no idea it's a dream.

And then I died.

I fell off a building, and instead of waking up before I hit the ground, I hit the fucking ground. I climbed up out of the hole in the street. I was still alive. I must be dreaming!

I had lucid dreams and lucid nightmares all the time. I would sometimes try and fly away from my enemies, but it didn't always work. Plus, when I would fly, it was like reverse gravity. I was afraid of being shot into space.

This was the first time I realized I was invincible. I began leaping off skyscrapers in dreams over and over again. Hitting, the ground, laughing my ass off, then leaping into the Grand Canyon. Suddenly my dream life was epic.

I decided I was going to kick the demons' asses.

In my nightmares, I began to turn and face my enemies. I slaughtered them in the name of Jesus Christ like a crazed Crusader. They only increased their attacks. It was me against the hordes of hades, and I fucked them all up. I ripped their heads off, ripped out their throats with my teeth, turned my arms into chainsaws and shot automatic .50 cal's out of my eyes. I got my revenge.

My nightmares became adventures.

I was no longer afraid of the demons in my dreams. I had fun battling them.

But, I was still tormented by my false awakenings, and SP, because I thought those were real demons in real life. This is when I began to doubt the demons in my dreams were real, and I wondered if they were figments of my imagination.

When I finally learned what SP was, HH, and FA's, those nightmares stopped.

Amazing what a little knowledge will do.

religion didnt help you stop your nightmares. shocking


cool story though

What an awesome story, Nomad!

Though mine isn't as awesome, I have had to deal with something pretty similar.

About five years ago I was involved in a diesel engine runaway. The sight and sounds of it where like something from a nightmare, it was as if I was living the nightmare. It is hard to forget the sound of the engine screaming and racing while trying to dodge oncoming cars in rush hour traffic.

I had nightmares for many many months. I had recurring dreams of this situation over and over again until it became a constant dream sign. But I always woke up before I died.

I had a dream that I woke up in a bus, that was going full speed down a hill - without a driver. I realized that I was dreaming. I could have changed the scene to whatever I wanted, but I just decided to say fuck it, I have dreamed this too many times without resolve. This time, there is going to be an ENDING to this dream. This is where it ends.

I let the bus continue to race down the slope until it hit a guard rail and slammed into the Earth, propelling everyone in the bus through the ceiling and into the air.

I was a beginner at lucid dreaming at the time, so I had not ever experienced the sensation of flying. This was my first 'flying' experience, and it was wonderful until I hit the Earth and died - and even then the experience was very liberating.

I don't know why, but after that I rarely ever had nightmares about being in runaway cars.

That was a good story. I think I might be haunted by dream zombies and it would be nice if I was lucid in my zombie dreams.