Tell Me About Your Nightmare?
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Starting when I was around ten years old I started having a reoccurring dream… it takes place at my first and only babysitters house. My sister and I were sent to a baby sitter named…. (Alice? Starts with an A) I am drawing a blank but don’t worry I still remember the dream. Her husband worked at Lockheed, she served us bologna sandwiches w/ketchup (yum?) on white bread and American cheese slices. Anyways here goes the dream, Savio and I (he was my first best friend, I think he was from Brazil?) are playing catch with a baseball, Savio throws the ball and I miss it. The ball ends up going into the yard across the street. The house is white with three brown doors one on the ground floor and two up on the second story; it may be a 2 or 3 unit apartment… I see the baseball, plain as day sitting right below a big picture window like 10 feet by 10 feet wide, the curtains are drawn. I am drawn towards the ball, but instead of retrieving the ball I am walking, almost feels like floating up the stairs to the last door on the top floor. As I pass the first door I hear it creak open slightly and as I turn to look the door slams shut LOUD! I approach the door, maybe two or three feet from the door it is opened, or slides, or dissolves, all I know is I am looking at either the grim reaper or a vary large witch, dressed in black, not with the traditional pointy hat but more like a robe. At any rate I am looking into a black abyss, not into the eyes, cuz they are not there, just black void behind the robe. I hold out my hand, no one says a word, the thing raises its’ arm and at the end of the arm is…nothing. The arm hovers over my hand for just a split second and suddenly there is a tiny black dot on the palm of  my hand, at first pin size then double then double again and as I panic and stare into the dot thinking that I am to be swallowed whole but the thing it stops. The spot ends up like the size of a dime, I get the feeling that this is permanent, I get the feeling that the whole world is inside this dot. I start to hear the screams for help coming from the dot, I turn to walk away and I always wake up right there, walking back the way I came.
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Unfortunately, yes.  I wished (and dreamed) that this person was dead, as they were making my life a misery.\n\nThey did not die that day, but a day later, after talking to me and making up with me.\n\nIt was possibly the worst experience of my life.
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When I was 3 or 4 yrs old I had a reoccuring dream that I was running on top of a grain elevator and I fell to the ground. Sometimes I would wake up and other times I would hit the ground and roll into a pre-dug grave but I wasn't dead. Than I definitely would wake up sweating. Thanks a lot for that one. Now I am scared to go to sleep. I want my Mommy.
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I shared a room with my two brothers and we had a bunk bed with a pull out bed that lay on the ground. I was on the top bunk, sleeping. I had a horrible dream that I was falling off a cliff, then I landed with a hard thump. The landing woke me. I looked up and couldn't figure out why the ceiling was so far away, then I heard my brother wheezing under me. I had fallen off the top bunk. All I did then was climb back up and fall asleep to the rhythmic gasping of my older brother.
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I like horror stories, so here are some...\n\n***\n\nAbout six or seven years ago, my family lived along Teays Valley Rd. before the big "industrial boom" of Putnam County. Seems like it went from a farming community to a city right before my eyes. Well anyway, We rented land off of a fellow by the name of Jim Umberger. On this land was an extravagant pre-civil war almost Victorian house. It was simply beautiful. Off to the side of this massive antique sat our trailer. Now I was awful young through all of this and kids will have thier fabled ghost stories, but there was something quite odd about this house. Something was down right sour. \n\nThe story had it (and I know nothing of the truth in this) a family was brutally butchered in the house. Back then, there wasa whole lot of nothing for miles around, so no one even found these folks for a good long time. As a youngster, I had the "creeps" about anything just about, but I've never been quite as frightened of a place as I was here. The place had an eerie air to it. To make things even more insane, my stepgrandmother, Evelyn, died of brain cancer there (in our trailer, of course). My other Grandmothers' entire cancer eaten body siezed up and shut down on her, yet she died oficially in a hospital. Strange things went on at this trailer. Pockets of not cool, but cold air in the middle of July, for example. Once in the winter my mother was out on the town. My younger brother and I were watching some TV when there was a knock on the door. There, on the freshly fallen snow, was nothing. No footprints, no tire tracks, nothing. Needless to say I spent the rest of that night with my head buried under the covers. Speaking of doors, once I heard the doorbell ring, seemed innocent enough, but WE DIDN'T HAVE A DOORBELL!! Pictures falling off the wall, creaky floors and long sleepless nights were only minor nuisences we had to deal with everyday. The most disturbing incidences, however, and the most annoying were when the smoke detectors, located in various parts of the trailer, would take turns going off one at a time. \n\nAfter that, they'd go off simultaneously, quite a ruckus. For a long time, I thought I was the only one who felt a presence, then one night, my mother went completely irate screaming "Show yourself, Evelyn! I'm tired of these f*ck*ng games! Show yourself!" We never saw anything. Things continued as they were until we moved. Mr. Umberger sold the land to someone and it became South Brooke, a ritzy subdivision with $500,000+ houses that wouldn't hear of our humble trailer depriciating thier property. However, I believe they'll get theirs, Although they tore the house down for the project, there was a well and a system of underground streams and springs which probably rendered the whole operation illegal. The thing about the springs and wells may not sound important, but in my own personal research I have found negative forces and spirits can channeol themselves through waterways. I'd like to see how South Brooke likes it's neighbors! \n\nI believe I have some pictures of that house somewhere in the mess that is my apartment.\n\n***\n\nThe story I would like to tell is about an apartment building in Spokane, WA. This building is only about seven years old, if y'all are anything like me you expect a haunted house to be all scary and falling down, not clean with nice landscaping. It really started the day after we moved in, my hubby came in from the deck (I am a cigarette nazi - no smoking in ze house!) scared as heck. I have never seen my ex-marine hubby look so scared. He absolutely would not talk about it! hmmmm. \n\nNot two days later my little year and some odd daughter was supposed to be asleep for the night but instead was talking to someone. Of corse, no one was there when I checked, but I swore I could hear an old lady talking to her. I figured it was my dead grandma, she comes to visit now and t
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Dreams are a reflection of our subconscious. Apparently, on a subconscious level, you need more horror in your life. Go see a horror flick and sleep peacefully.\n\nNo, I'm not kidding. Every now and again, if I haven't seen a horror film in too long, I have really scary nightmares.
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One of my worst nightmares I've ever had (I basically used to have one horrible nightmare a night up until recently) was where like either I didn't have a head or maybe I had part of a head, but every morning for some reason I had to slip on this dead, cut off, gross, head over my existing head, and it was heavy and I could feel the cartilage and the skin was gray and it smelled and it was sooooo gross.  Also, another worst nightmare was in this yellow wheat field, a bunch of us were standing around, the sky was gray, and then hundreds of black crows/ griffen looking things came flying out of the sky and started to attack this man, eating him alive, and we just stood there and watched- and I saw this in my dream- he was being eaten down to his muscle, down to his bone, I saw his skull exposed even, and then he just collapsed.  Those are just two of my memorable dreams that I had...I have tons more.  Most of my dreams are weird, I like them, but they are not the traditional definition of good/ best- they are in different worlds.
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I was sitting on a metal chair in a semi-circle in a very large room with a group of people. This was my dream:\n\n   The guy sitting to my left stood up and proclaimed: "My name is Rockinjellfish and I am here to tell you about swimming in a sea of broken glass," he then sat down. To my right a strikingly beautiful woman with long blond hair raised her hand, when no one called on her, she stood up and in a melodious voice said:"My name is Proud Mommy and I hate my accent!" Things were warming up now....another said: "My name is Chillin n Grillin and I drink Pabst Blue Ribbon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," yet another: "My name is Airplanegirl and I want someone to fly me," followed by : "My name is Smilesfromred and I have always wanted to know if brunettes have more fun,"\n"My name is Mr.Sky and I have an identity crisis because of the Mr.," my name is Laura and I do so want to be tied up," "Hi, I'm\nFreyja will you help me with the horses," "Ohhhh Please...my name is StillNOCouch and I want to bomb something," "My name is Mr. Enzyme and I am very punny,"Monitorhead here, let me be your web host," My name is Einstein, let me out of this bottle,"  this went on for  hours.....one person after another standing and giving a one line statement. \n\nI awoke in a state of panic, sweating and breathing heavy to realize it was only a bad dream. Must watch what I read before going to bed from now on.
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http://www.ask.com/web?q=nightmare+sites&qsrc=0&o=0
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Strange dreams, usually *very* vivid and intense, full color, stereo, touch and smell engaged too...sometimes they are sexy dreams, but they are almost always intense enough that at least a third of them feel like I'm actually *in* a different reality (as in paying an alternate-earth version of myself a visit more than dreaming).\n\nAs for nightmares, I really can't say.  :)  My head is too messed up.  The first real nightmare I had, I had when I was eight years old.\n\nIt was a dream of being *shot*.  By an intruder, with a gun, and a bullet, in my *head*.  I didn't wake up until that bullet had hit, and ripped its way into my brain, in ultra-slow-motion, and passed about halfway through, spinning as if rifled all the way.\n\nSo yeah, you could say....maybe I do have nightmares, but I lost my capacity to be *scared* of my dreams a long *long* time ago.
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Lots of things can cause recurring nightmares. Really hard to say. Maybe your worried about something. Maybe you need to talk to someone.
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A nightmare is a disturbing dream that causes the dreamer to wake up feeling anxious and frightened. Nightmares may be a response to real life trauma and situations. These type of nightmares fall under a special category called Post-traumatic Stress Nightmare (PSN). Nightmares may also occur because we have ignored or refused to accept a particular life situation. Research shows that most people who have regular nightmares have had a family history of psychiatric problems, bad drug experiences, people who have contemplated suicide, and/or rocky relationships. Nightmares are an indication of a fear that needs to be acknowledged and confronted. It is a way for our subconscious to make up take notice. \n\nWe all have had nightmares at various parts in our lives. They are quite normal. But what is exactly a nightmare and why do we have them?\n\nNightmares are a subcategory of dreams. The distinction of a nightmare is its frightening and/or emotional content. You tend to wake up in fear in the midst of a nightmare. Because of its frightening nature, you tend to remember your nightmares and the vivid details. They have a bigger impact upon your waking mind and its images stay with you throughout the day.\n\nOne reason for nightmares may be a way of our unconscious to get our attention about a situation or problem that you have been avoiding. It is time to take notice and confront a problem or situation. Nightmares serve an important purpose in showing you what is troubling you from within you deeper levels. Discussing, analyzing, and understanding your nightmares can lead to a solution for some problem, internal conflict or personal difficulty.
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Back in my wandering hippie days a busload of us crashed at an old house in Boulder Colorado.  One of the women awoke from a nap upstairs screaming, saying a little girl was trying to steal her body. \n\nOur host passed a couple of joints around and told the story of the original residents.  It seems their young daughter had died of typhoid, and they were in such denial of it that they just left her body to rot in her upstairs bedroom. Deprived of a proper burial, the girl's spirit never left the house.  The next owner had walled off the room, even going so far as to seal it with lead.  We were starting to have some fun with the story when there was suddenly a loud bang from the wall in question, causing a number of things to fall down.\n\nWe decided then to go out for ice cream, and we all slept downstairs on the living room floor that night.
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Before one can read your question it has already happened,\nby the time the question has been read i would say hundreds\nhave made the nightmare change ............\nO' Oh, i feel something happening ..........  aaaaaaah .........\nguess what !!!! \nmuhahahahahaha ................ where are me black clothes !!
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cool... mad libs for one\n\nI got up one morning to the smell of mayhem and butterflies and I saw an ugly yellow shoe.  I thought to myself, "I could have had a V-8!" But then it hit me, I had to have been dreaming, because last I recall, I was in the darkest depths of hell doing Richard Gere's hamster and having the time of my life. I really don't know how I got here, but I wish I'd known then what I know now. I knew iambic pentameter didn't have to rhyme.
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Well, not that this would answer your question directly, it reminded me of one of the freakiest things that ever happened to me.  My best bud from high school was with me at some orchestral event for some sort of choral competition --I know corny but whatever.  Anyway, we both propped our legs up and were snoozing in the balcony.  I had this dream where I got into an elevator and there were some random people.  We went up a few floors and when the door opened my buddy was there and stepped in.  Anyway we're joking around in the elevator when this lady starts chastising us about being rude and right in the middle we hear the cables snap and the elevator start falling out of control.  Then BAM, I wake up out of the dream with a scream (which pissed a lot of folks off becasue we were at the concert) and I realized that my buddy woke up at the exact same time.  He turned to me and said "Were you dreaming about the elevator?"  And we were freaking out and ticking off our neighbors for the rest of show.  \n\nFreaky as crap but true.  I made some notes to work it into a screenplay of mine but I swear it really happened and I'm not usually the gullable or "spiritualistic" type.  You've inspired me to start looking into if other people have had similar experiences. :P
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tell him about your dream and that it worries you...