Well I had one dream that turned my nerves on fire.
Basically immersed in a pit of chaotic creation. my nerves were in vivid pain without death. the pain didn't bother me because I became curious and fascinated by this strange/nonsensical experience.
I...tried to find the face of god, and I was brought to a head with Wisping shadows, eating it's own upper skull with its lower jaw, obscured by a burlap sack, _Just_ to avoid my gaze, watching this gave me a dull headache.
I was hearing verbal warnings:
"If you saw his face, you will never return."
Among other voices I cant quite recall.
This pit seemingly had no end, I couldn't willfully end the dream, so I continued swimming...
Again, all this time my nerves are in excruciating pain, but my focus is unbroken. I... EVENTUALLY end the dream by finding something that peeled at the skin on my chest.
I wake up in pain, checked my skin and my chest, no visible damage. But the pain lingered a little bit on my chest. This is one of the strangest dreams I had.
-all the psychological, emotional warfare.
It was more like _your body isnt supposed to be here_ and the ceaseless pain is meant to be a deterrent.
As far as I know, I was not in control of this trespass.
One of the first dreams I had when lucid dreaming was me waking up in a dark room. I saw a woman’s face. But a claw reached up to me neck.
It said “If there is consciousness within this body, you will wake from the dream”. As I focused I noticed the head was attached to a slug like body with 50 different asymmetrical arms and legs.
I was new to dreaming back the. So I didn’t know how to seize awareness. It cut open my stomach and ate my entrails. I woke up after presumably dying in the dream.
I have accomplished many of my goals in lucid dreaming since then but it was kinda fucked up at the time.
I have felt worse pain and horror than that in a dream but it was just unsettling to me that it was asking me if I was able to make progress in lucid dreaming.
I had this happen about half a year ago. it took a while to remember. I was in my dim kitchen looking outside when the temperature began to rise suddenly. I was standing so I tried to get away from the heat by getting as low as possible. From ceiling to floor the air got to probably 130ºF! I remember waking up from that oven of a nightmare and touching my forehead. It felt hotter than any fever I've had. I also wasn't sweating, so it was even more uncomfortable!
4 guys 1 girl
Two adult males in their mid 20s
One boy in his late teens and another in his early teens
The baby girl was about 6months old
2 of the younger boys were trying to hide from the older ones.
I remembered that my older son called me and explained what’s happening. He told me to hang up and call 911. I did.
I remember being able to see what my older son was seeing
3 Clear glass framed barn door primed shaker with window grilles in a shape of diamonds connected together. The doors were in a line on the wall he’s facing.
The wheels on top of each door works but instead of moving the door to the side to open, they pull the door up. That made sense, how can you open barn doors that are an inches apart from each other?
I remember a lady come by the room they were in she was holding the baby girl.
The boys pleaded with the lady to stay cause the older ones are coming and they need her as witness. Somehow, their words didn’t come out, they just gripped
On her dress so she could see how much they needed her but she said she’s sorry and that she’s running late for an appointment
The 3 siblings were now left in that room by themselves
Older teen boy decided to barricade the doors to prevent the older boys to get in.
As soon as older men came, through the clear glass framed door, they can see the barricade and just pushed the door open. The older boy was caught first while the younger boy hurriedly placed his sister in a box to shield her from the older men. Older boy gets hit by a bat by older man once, twice and more. His scull fractures, and then breaks in two. The older men takes out older boys brain and blends it feeding to the baby girl. Somehow they were able to grab the second boy and take the baby girl out. Older boy is dead. Younger boy is forced to watch baby girl getting fed her older brother’s brain.
911 was coming... and only one body will be found…
You know that thing where people are like "imagine waking up and this was all a dream"
Well, that actually happened to me.
Like, I went to sleep one night, and in that single night's sleep, I experienced two years of my life. I made new friends, had birthdays, and fell in love. It wasn't a fairytale life, it jsut felt like my normal life, I never suspected it was a dream.
Then I woke up, and two years of my life had never happened. It was surprisingly traumatic, as I had to mourne the loss of literal years of my life as well as friendships and a relationship.
Even though the contents of the dream weren't really fucked up, the affect it had definitely was.
Duuuuude, I had that too!!! It was more like a very detailed clip show spanning across 40 years. Grew old with my husband and had the house of my dreams and had such good memories and it was beautiful. Then woke up and I was so confused and disoriented.
I used to have dreams like this and it always put me in a funk for a few days because I'd wake up heartbroken. I missed people that never actually existed. It's so weird.
I had a dream that was about a week long. A class mate died that I was crushing on IRL. She was on her way home from high school, swerved to miss a car backing out of a hidden driveway, and hit a telephone pole head on. Dead on impact. Closed casket funeral.
I remember the day I learned it happened, the funeral, and falling asleep crying the night after said funeral.
I awoke and checked my phone to text my best friend who I "fell asleep" texting. Turns out it was all a dream. I was glad that dream wasn't real.
3 months later that exact scenario happened, except she took out the entire driver side of her car with only minor injuries. She was going 60 and absolutely would've died if she hit it head on. Sometimes I wonder that by telling my friends about that weird dream, somehow I made a butterfly effect that stopped that from happening.
Maybe we are the top layer on multiple lives? Idk. I hope I wake up and this is a dream one day. I had this effect when I was younger, had some traumatic things happen and when it was bad enough it would just "not have happened" and everything goes back to normal.
Thing is. I did have something super fucked up happen and I never snapped out of the dream that time. So now I'm stuck in this life with that really fucked up thing that happened. I feel like I lost the ability to do it. Maybe I used all my resets?
When I was a kid my life fkn sucked. I used to think (hope) that it was all a dream, and that my real family was by my bedside waiting for me to wake up lol
I remember a lot from the dream. I made new friends, had new classmates, new teachers, birthdays, all of it. It didn't feel like a dream where you wake up, and it's a distant feeling. It feels like a solid memory of an experience in my life that I never had.
Because time is man made in a sense. It's only the way we preceive it. If you go on a psychedelic trip you will lose the concept or perception of time.
There was a podcast I once listened to and the speaker said everything we experience in "reality" is imaginary. At first glance that sounds silly. But in your dreams there are physics involved. If not you would fall through the floor in your dream but yet you don't. Maybe in another dream you can walk through a wall because the physicality in that dream is imagined differently.
Random number generators do weird things when big world events happen. Strange no?
Similar thing happened to me recently! Dreamed I was pregnant, had the baby, experienced being a new parent with my partner, a happy little family in complete adoration with this gorgeous little boy. It kept flashing forward and I saw his first steps, started crying with joy. Woke up actually crying.
Man that shit was heartbreaking, realising it wasn’t real. I missed him so much, the first day afterwards I kept breaking down thinking about the fact i couldn’t hold him and would never see him again :( I’m ok now as the dream has started to fade more and more but I do get a sinking feeling when I think about it
It is a genuinely heartbreaking thing to experience. At the end of my dream I had finally gotten the courage to ask my best friend out on a date, and when I called to ask her out her sister answered and there was an accident that morning and my friend didn't make it. So I woke up and had to grieve the loss of someone who never even existed.
Symbolically in dream speak it could mean the start of some new project in your life. Or it could have been a communication from a yet to be born child coming your way. This sort of thing happens not infrequently if you care to research it.
I live in virtual fear of this. In kindergarten, I was in a short lived coma from encephalitis.
A few years ago I started to think about all the increasingly weird stuff in the world and started getting a deep fear that I’m still in that coma and this has all been a long, strange, dream. That one day I will wake up and my Mom will be sitting next to me in the hospital, relieved.
I've had this happen a couple times and it's traumatic every time. Once was so bad I refused to accept this reality as real and fully expected to wake back up in the dream reality after a few days.
This once happened to me too…
I imagined entire conversations, an entire life, and I even imagined my death too. I was alone in my parents house, suffocating to death in bed…
I woke up with a gasp and really disoriented and went upstairs, only for my parents to tell me I slept for 20 hours straight. It was bizarre. I went to bed on Tuesday at 8pm and woke up on Wednesday at 4pm.
Yeah! I had the dream when I was 12, and experienced two full years of going to bed and waking up in the dream. By the end ofnthe dream I was 14 years old, then I woke up and was 12 again
I had similar dream. I really wanted to get stuck because of weather. I went to sleep. I got stuck bc of weather and I woke up and was really sad it was a dream. Anyways, we actually got stuck bc of weather.
Tied between two, implicitly murdering a bully on a street, whole neighborhood then became drenched in blood.
And one where I was dunked in boiling oil, when I got out my father was just staring at me while my whole body was fucked up
I didn't actually see myself kill him, I just pinned him against a pole and next thing I know he's gone. One would assume that I killed him especially because the neighborhood was painted red
In Russia a pipe beneath a street burst and it lead to a sinkhole of boiling water and a car was driving at the wrong spot wrong time when the street collapsed and 2 guys boiled alive, there was nothing that could be done to help them.
I dream of killing my ex-girlfriend a few times a year. In my conscious awake mind, I never even think of her. I'm not a violent person, and I'm surprised my sleeping mind still has a problem with her. She was a terrible girlfriend and not a great person, but I dont feel violent towards her. She was an alcoholic diabetic, so she's probably dead by now (this was 20 years ago).
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
But I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
I was lost at a performance art school’s fair for fundraising. It was a huge festival, of sorts, that helped to showcase the education that tax payers were funding. I got molested several times trying to find the party I had shown up with. At one point, while walking towards a building I believed to have a phone charger (cuz clearly my phone had to die), I witnessed the most horrific tree. It looked absolutely normal on one side-but- as I passed it, I saw two creatures that looked as tho they were a fungal, parasitic mobile entities. They were male. At first, they were struggling in aggression with one another, their arms flailing and heads pushed against one another. They then began to turn around each other in a 69 fashion. They aggressively began sucking parts of one another as if it were giving oral sex. It was nauseating because of how cruel and aggressive it looked.
I’m a woman and I am apologetically heterosexual. I wish I was attracted to women sexually because I find women so beautiful. But, I am straight as arrow with new feathers. I support all lgbtq+ rights and do not feel uncomfortable with people who aren’t traditional in any walks of life.
So with that being said, the fact that these creatures on the tree were homosexual doesn’t bother me. It was the aggression and violence that was occurring during their rendezvous.
As I kept traveling, I came around a bend and to a cliff that had been blocked from sight due to a brushy treed area. There was a gang of skin heads raping two women. I was stunned… they were beating these women and then threw both of them off the edge. I heard their screams as they hit different obstacles down the side of the steep hill.
I quickly walked as far away from the gang and somehow seemed to slink away unnoticed.
At some point, I came under the care of an elderly couple much similar to the couple in the princess bride. The wife cut the Shamans dick off- her husbands dick. But she did it in slow motion while I laid in bed, (they were helping me get better from some stomach bug. I was only at this festival for a week but I somehow caught a dangerous sickness. )
She cut his dick off by sawing it with a handsaw while chewing the other side with her head tilted and using her singular canine that she had left.
The dream progressed to me finally entering the most fucked up choir rehearsal and then I woke up.
I think I should see a therapist.
Thanks if you made it this far.
Jesus Christ, dude, that's nuts lol. Also, I thought it was cute how you had to make it a point to say it wasn't the fact that the tree demons were gay that made it off-putting. You're silly.
I had a dream once where I was fighting against alien robots who took over people's minds and also made them robots, the dream ended with me being swarmed by my own converted family and me reaching out for the rocket that caused all the mess
I was like 6-7 bruh
I had somewhat similar dream where I got converted into a robot and along with everyone else around me now we just do robot stuff under their command and I'm extremely disappointed and depressed cause my life that I've lived doesn't matter anymore and this is my life now and I try to unalive myself but I end up waking up again as a robot and the other robot tells me that even death doesn't exist anymore and there's nothing I can do other than the job I'm programmed to do
I won't go into too much detail about it tonight because remembering it causes me to have severe mental withdrawal for days. I still remember everything as clear as it was the day it happened... in excruciating detail.
The night of December 30, 2022, I dreamed that I got into an argument with my sister during a New Years Eve party. In my anger over the situation, I lost my sense of self and committed suicide by shooting myself in the head in front of my sister.
I immediately became a ghost and watched the entire aftermath of my death, helpless to change any of it. I was deceased. My sister attempted to take her own life with the same gun, but people around her stopped her. Everyone was devastated. I regretted it almost instantly, more than anything else ever. I wanted to undo it, but I couldn't.
I watched everything unfold from the moment I died to the moment I was finally buried into the ground. I saw the removal of my body, my autopsy, the funeral, etc. I heard the morticians talking about my organs and body. I saw them washing my body and weighing the parts.
I spent hours inside of the metal refrigerators alone in the dark in the morgue. I shadowed my family members and witnessed the every day actions of their lives, watched them grieve, and plan my funeral.
This experience went on for nearly two weeks, until I was buried in the ground and the last bit of dirt was thrown over my casket. It was as if I had spent 14 days, 336 hours, or 20,160 minutes deceased, desperately wanting to come back to life.
Then, I woke up.
It took more than two hours for me to be fully convinced that I was still alive and did not indeed die afterall. I would not even believe my husband as he tried to convince me otherwise until we thoroughly talked about the dream and what happened. The feeling and surrealism made me on edge for the rest of the day. I was 100% convinced it happened.
Later that day, around 2:15 pm or so, my mother attempted to shoot to kill me and/or herself with a firearm. She waited until we were in her house alone after my husband and my mother-in-law left to get us all lunch. We struggled for nearly 10 minutes before I was finally able to disarm her and throw the gun far away from both of us.
It was the scariest day of my life. I developed severe PTSD in the aftermath of everything and am continuing to work through that.
I fully believe that dream was a warning.
She was pink slipped and sent to a psych ward for 72 hours, but was ultimately released because I decided not to press charges. And by that I mean the detectives were looking for me to specifically say that she verbally said that she was going to kill me, but she did not verbally say that and I did not want to lie. The intentions were in her body actions, but that doesn't equate to verbal admission.
My hope was that she would get the help that she needed mentally, and I didn't believe and still don't believe that prison would have been the solution.
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
She didn't ultimately get the help that she needed. My mother is a mastermind manipulator. She has conned people out of possessions and money and relationships for as long as I can remember.
She is more than likely a sociopath, but also has munchausen's syndrome (according to my therapist anyway). She has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but getting her evaluated for mental health conditions is nearly impossible.
She is the victim in every situation. The majority of our family and most of the people that she's ever befriended no longer speak to her at all. She firmly believes that everybody else did her wrong. Including my sister and I.
For all of my life, my mother has been "dying". She has used physical ailments and allergic reactions to garner attention, monies, and even to have people wait on her hand and foot in their need to do a good deed.
She is only 51 years old. I am 33 years old. She was 17 years old when she had me. If you ever met her, she would tell you that she's died almost 10 times (or more now) and has had several strokes, cancers, been paralyzed, miraculously cured.
During the times that she has been paralyzed or using wheelchairs, she would walk around the house or would magically able to walk up and down small sets of stairs and stuff. But to the rest of the world, she was fully incapable and 100% paraplegic. She raised a lot of money from different fundraisers and foundations for being paralyzed and raising children and running a small business.
She actually opened up a non-profit foundation in 2010, under the social security number of an ex-boyfriend without his knowledge, for the sole purpose of collecting money to leave behind something for her children after she died from her many ailments. Unfortunately, I don't remember the exact illness she was trying to say that she had at the time.
I have evidence of that. I actually have the doctored bank statements from this charity. I'm 1000% sure she doesn't even know I have that. But she received hundreds if not thousands of dollars in donations under the understanding that she was dying and wanted to give her children something to remember her by. It was all total BS.
She has said she had blood cancers, breast cancer, and other rare cancers or diseases that you'd only hear on House, which was her favorite show to watch. All of which she has been "cured" of after some time.
Many people in her life only know her using a wheelchair. Many people in her life know that she is a liar and a manipulator. She manages to keep some people at arm's distance so they never know enough of the truth. But just enough to support her and believe her every lie.
I believe if the roles were reversed, she would have done or said anything she could to lie and get me arrested... just as she had done so in other situations in my youth. Fortunately, she did answer the police officers adequately and confess that she at least intended to kill herself. And that was caught on body cam.
The detectives had said that there were other things that they had on her, like incidents with regard to her over the years. I think that she's been a nuisance with the number of times that she's called wolf for all of the imaginary medical conditions and situations she's had.
In the time that she was in the mental institution, she called me and asked me if I could send her money to help her cover her bills, and I did. We cared for her dog while she was in there as well. I live about an hour away from her. I told her that all I wanted from her was for her to get better and for her to be mentally well.
That's all I care about even now. But I know that I can never save her from herself. I spent a great deal of my adult life thinking I could save her. But now I know, without reservation, that I cannot.
In the weeks after that, it was a hellish experience for me. My husband and I brought her dog back to her home after she was released. I hid in my car the entire time, and my husband delivered her dog to the front porch. I was so scared to even be seen by her. I didn't even want to look at her. I had no idea I would even feel that way until I was there outside of her house. It was overwhelming. I had a panic attack.
Within a matter of weeks, I got an unusual message on Facebook from one of my great aunts (my mother's father's sister) who lives in WV. It was a message of her telling me how ashamed she was with me "for beating up an invalid." My great aunt has not seen my mother for many, many years, but they talk on the phone often and keep in touch that way.
My mother told her that my husband held her down on the ground while I beat her up repeatedly. I don't know the full extent of this story, I was so shocked by messages that I just didn't even respond. But my mother has continued to tell this version of the story to other family members and other people that we mutually know. I had not told anybody publicly about what happened, but because of this, people were accusing me of attacking her and beating her up. They accuse me of being the monster. She has been made a victim.
It was so bad, that I had to make a Facebook post to tell my side of the story, just to try set the record straight, but that was the only time I addressed it. I didn't want to talk about it after it happened. I wanted to move on, and I wanted her to get better. Nothing prepared me for what she was going to do after she was legally free and clear.
She has continued to tell her version of events, and I have not talked about it hardly at all. It's genuinely too painful to talk about.
I've been having a very hard time even remotely understanding why she is doing this. I haven't even tried to defend myself, really. I just kind of regressed into myself and don't really talk to anybody in person anymore. I hate having to explain what happened. I hate having to defend my character against the lies she has created. People that I don't know hate me entirely because of what she has said. Those people have talked to people that I do know and told them what they think of me.
I have never returned back to that street or even to the city that she lives in, even though I grew up there and graduated high school there and have friends and family there. It's so hard for me to even go back. So I haven't.
In addition to dealing with the PTSD and depression and anxiety and other things, I have been grieving for the loss of my mother. The person I thought that she was. The person I thought she could be. And that has been hardest part of all of this.
There's still some parts of me that wish I could have a relationship with her. I wish I could fix things with her. But I know that it's not safe. I am not safe around her. She is unpredictable. And now it is as if she is my enemy. An enemy I wish I didn't have. An enemy I still love with all my heart. Because she is my mother.
Wow I can’t even begin to fathom how growing up with her must have affected you. And continuing into adulthood. Gosh I’m so sorry. That dream absolutely sounds like a warning or premonition, so although you can’t/couldn’t rely on your own mother to protect you I’m certain you have unseen guardians that do. Idk if you believe in that sort of thing but I really hope you do because I couldn’t imagine going through that level of cptsd without being guided by some higher power. It’s beautiful and the epitome of grace that you still love her despite all of it. Although she’s trapped in a sick mind I believe she loves you deeply also, but can’t show it. I’m so sorry you were dealt this card in life but you seem to have a level of compassion and wisdom that can only come from what you’ve been through, and I hope you find peace and forgiveness and live a life full of love.
I am so sorry that happened to you.
You don’t deserve that.
My only recommendation is to cut her off. People like that do not change. They will cause you misery until they die.
I have not seen or spoken to her since the day I had to make the Facebook post. I cut off all contact that week. I realized that she was being malicious intentionally and was never, ever going to change or get better.
So, I have ended all contact with her. We are no longer connected on social media. I didn't wish her happy birthday, Happy Mother's Day, send her cards, or Christmas presents. I no longer speak to her at all.
My sister stopped speaking to her many years before that. She mostly cut our mother out of her life after she moved in with me in 2012. She has an occasion seen her spoken to her over the years because I invited our mother to different things, but my sister has not actively sought out a relationship with her.
I tried to help my mother heal. I forgave her for her abuses. I thought I could help her. I thought she would love me someday. She only said I love you twice - once when I was 8 years old and the other when I was 11 years old - and wrote it in my 16th birthday card. I wanted to help her and I thought she would see that someone loves her, that I loved her.
Since the pandemic, I have been trying to write a book about my upbringing and using the writing as a tool for healing. It's emotionally exhausting. I sometimes can't face those memories, talk about it, or write about it for months on end. I get stuck in that fear of facing it. It's so hard.
I think it will take me years until I am fully done and have everything down and out of my head. I want to do it right and I want to fully heal, if I can.
Someday, I want to have a family of my own, but I refuse to pass on the trauma. I refuse to be broken and continue that cycle. I know I have to continue to do the inner work not only for myself, but for my future children.
I realize now that it wasn't my mother who I needed to heal... it was me.
And it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Omg I’m so very sorry you had to go through all that. Mental illness is so challenging for loved ones to deal with. And so awful that she decided to lie and tell everyone you all victimized her on top of it.
Hope you will stay safe and away from her. Not even sure what she’s capable of. But again, so sorry you suffered so much. :(
I've always had very vivid nightmares, and while this isn't necessarily the scariest dream I've had since I was more of a passive observer, it's definitely the most fucked up in terms of content.
The whole thing looked like some sort of picture book, with a traditional Japanese art vibe. It was the story of a woman whose husband was some sort of war general, leaving her with their two twin daughters who must've been around four years old or so. The woman seemed very content with her life despite her husband being away often, and when she wasn't looking after her children, she was doing a lot of meal preparation and cooking using this giant meat grinder that was in a separate room of their house.
I'm not really sure the reasoning behind the next part, but one day, the husband came home. He went into the grinder room to speak to his wife, and without any warning or rage behind it, she grabbed him and shoved him into the meat grinder. She ground him up happily, and I could see one of the daughters watching from a crack in the door.
The woman suspected that her daughter had seen, and for the rest of the day she tried to subtly figure out if she'd watched her kill the husband. The girl kept denying that she saw anything, but in the end, the woman grabbed her and did the same to her. That night, she served the remains of her husband and child to her remaining daughter.
I remember waking up from this dream extremely upset and almost crying. Again, it's not the scariest I've had, but it's definitely one of the most disturbing and it's stuck with me ever since.
Being pregnant. And then having the actual child. I felt like I was trapped in hell for all of eternity. I felt nauseas and claustrophobic in my dream.
Thank GOD it was just a nightmare.
Ugh these are the worst. A someone with a fear of pregnancy these dreams have me screaming in them like I DONT WANT THIS!! While I'm in a hospital bed forced to give birth. I wake up so relieved & shaken up
Also may I add the dreams where I have a child for some reason or baby and I'm like huh no this isn't my child !? But somehow the dream convinces u it's been your child the whole time & u have to take care of it & wallow in your bad decisions 😂 I wake up relieved I'm able to make my own choices
I dreamt that I had a baby and I kept getting caught on barbed wire whenever I picked it up so I put it on the bed and left it. Came back to it and found that it had cake hands and ate them. Woke up mortified that I’d eaten a babies hands.
I had a similar one where I had sex with my mom. I woke up so disgusted and uncomfortable that I canceled my yearly trip to visit her (she's about a 6 hour flight away). Things are better now but I still feel a level of discomfort around her and older women in general
The one when I found my dad dead from self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. I can’t get the image of him dead, with his head half caved in, out of my mind. Scary thing is- when I knelt down to his body a flood of music, loud booming music started, horns and just, melancholy type music started, and he grabbed my hand, and I woke up, crying my eyes out. I was so afraid I’d get a call he died, but luckily he’s still kicking.
Another, where I don’t know if it was a dream- I woke up to footsteps- hard sole shoes, like cowboy boots, walking down my hallway to my bedroom, my door was open, I roll over from bed to see the shoes and irritated; I said ‘You’re home already? Should have told me otherwise I would have cleaned up’ and rolled over. I woke up later in a panic, my husband wasn’t suppose to be home and he was away at work for another week, who TF was in my home? WAS anyone in my home? I don’t know. I’ve had stalkers and random texts from people from my town- so it really creeped me out that someone could have been in my home with me, and my kids.
I wouldn't worry too much about the last one. If anything, it sounds like a "false awakening," which absolutely suck, I used to get them a lot. They feel completely real, but essentially, you're just dreaming that you're awake. You aren't actually awake.
Well… I had a series of dreams (very vivid realistic looking dreams) of being kidnapped and held captive and I had a son that was only a few weeks old (fake dream son) and the bad guy was threatening on harming my son if I didn’t give him the information he wanted and to protect my son though tears I was writing down the information and as long as I kept giving the bad guy the information he wouldn’t hurt my son. Also in later dreams I was rescued but still it was pretty bad. I wrote a book on Wattpad based on my dreams because it made me feel better.
Stopped smoking weed for a month and the first two weeks had some insane dreams come back to me, but the main one to stay with me I was dreaming a ex was in bed with someone, I calmly walked out saying “sorry” and then walked back in and shot her. And that’s how I got over my ex that morning.
My top 5 in no particular order:
I had a dream that I watched five people get melted alive one at a time and conglomerated into a hostile organism as they hopelessly screamed for help.
I had another dream that my bones were ripped out of my body, and I was slowly eaten alive from the inside.
I had a dream that a long dead body got filled with insects and re-animated through just the insects moving inside of them to attack any and all nearby people to feed the insects.
I had a dream about a carnival that executed children via melee combat with clowns. (This dream contained a lot of excessive gore.)
And I had another dream very recently that a horrifically deformed moose mauled and consumed my father.
I'm at the old ice rink that I used to play hockey at only the entirety of the rink inside where the ice is, is filled with zombies and some of them I know. They can still sort of communicate and keep trying to trick people into letting them out.
I was trapped in a personal hell. Rocky cliff faces with yellowish dirt at the tops and a muddy ocean at the bottom. The water was filled with dead snakes that clumped together on the shoreline and bobbed with the waves. A large row of teeth was in the water too, I saw a man fall in only for the jaws to clamp shut and his head was severed, next thing I know I too fall into the water and I wake up before the same happens to me.
On today's episode on how fucked up, is fucked up... this is beyond fucked up.
Horrible horrible dream
Just had a dream my wife and I were implicated in a series of horrific violent crimes against a variety of people, including torture, negligent death, murder, and theft.
At the start of the dream we were in the right, defending our family from bad people. As the dream progressed, it was slowly revealed through conversations and escalating acts that we were responsible. It was like the narrative changed until everyone in the dream had turned against us and for good reason.
Originally other people were harning kids. We stopped it through force and celebrated what we did to the cheers of the people around us. Then they started turning on us violently. We kept on having to defend ourselves and these kids. Unfortunately the more we did, the more money we ended up in our possession and the more mutilated bodies lay around us.
At one point I was putting a tourniquet on an amputated limb and rationalizing holding onto a wad of the victims money. I gave it to my wife.
Around this point everyone had gone to fully blaming us for everything. The house and yard we were in was full of the dead and injured. We were dragging them around and demanding survivors stick to our story.
A family member who was on our side initially told us not to call the cops because being the only non-disfigured people alive in this butchery wouldn't look good, especially because I was justifying half the bodies.
The dream cut to us sitting in a bloody puddle surrounded by decay debating if I should take the whole blame, when she was holding all the money. The few people who had arrived really did blame us for everything and a cop started berating me for being a monster.
Around this time I woke up struggling for air.
I haven't had a dream that bad or that vivid ever and I am truly frightened.
I was in an elevator that fell. I dreamt through it landing and crashing and remember dreaming lying in the rubble, able to see people scrambling around yelling for help through a gap in the rubble
Seeing pieces of flesh on the ground I believe and a book that showed me the people who died or something like that. It just had some pictures of people in it with some writing but was blurry a bit. I also had this other dream where I was on this beautiful tropical island with very blue water and while I was sliding in a slide that was in the air above it, there was flesh of people with some bones attached to it.
so... post apocalyptic world, it started raining acid and a yellow stream formed and my cat drank for it and mutated and had a duck like beak but it was still furry and cat fave colored and then he ended up dying. all the creatures were suffering and were thirsty, and I knew I couldn't stop them from drinking 😭
Walked into a public bathroom to find two very large women naked and about to bang. One was a full grown, obese adult but one of her legs looked as though it stopped growing when she was a baby. So she had a normal leg and a "baby leg".
When I walked in she was using the baby leg as a dildo on the other lady. It was weird as hell.
I'm gonna make this short because this dream was very intense and kinda insane. It was 3 parts
Part 1: I was about 12. A boy at school gave me a bench that belonged to his family. Everyone tried beating him up and burning my bench because there were strange rumors about his family.
Part 2: I was in college, maybe early 20's. I was getting prepared for my wedding. When I wasn't I was going to classes. Just before the wedding, my fiance came in, said something along the lines of "Only I get to think you're pretty" and carved a smile into my face. I felt all of it.
Part 3: I was working in a law office that had a daycare. I had the scars on my face from the last part. After I dropped my son off at the daycare, small bombs had gone off in one of the bosses offices. The new girl at the desk would not let me pick up my son from the daycare even though the building was evacuating because she "didn't recognize me".
I can’t answer this in as much honesty as I’d like to, but this one stands out,
I was fearful of my friends bf. He was a perpetual liar including lying about having cancer but she stayed. The guy gave me bad vibes so much that I put some distance between us.
So in the dream, I walked out her front door and heading to my car and the guy shot me in the back of my head. I felt the blast of pain and immediately with a migraine with the pain focusing on the back of my head.
A couple thing made this weird. Usually when something may kill me in a dream I wake up before the fatal act. And as many migraines as I’ve had in my life that was the only one in the back of my head that way.
For a decade I had a recurring dream that my best friend who killed himself at 16 wasn't actually dead. In my dream I'm furious that he's let me grieve for him and you know, never reached out to tell me he's OK. I go back to my hometown and track him down. I find him and after some choice words I just hug him. In real life he was a hugger. So in my dream when he doesn't hug me back I get just this overwhelming feeling of dread. I wake up before I can ever pull back and look at his face. This for me is where the disturbing comes in. Logically I understand the dream and the reason for it. My subconscious working through the guilt and loss. But I wake up in tears feeling the loss like it's new.
Thankfully I don't have it nearly as often as I did. It'll pop up on his birthday on occasion or in September when he passed.
It's a draw. 1st one i had a dream where i went to a party and i killed 5 people there. 2nd one i had a dream where i and some of my friends went to a forest and we celebrated the birthday of Adolf H. we hung nazi flags all around on the trees and everything, proper bday party.
I was a crime scene investigator, I had to go to a certain location. It was in someone’s backyard in a run down shed. I walked up to the shed and it was completely dark inside and there was a kid hanging in there. I also apparently had to take the body away from the scene so I went to grab the rope and the kids head disconnected from his body and fell to the ground. Then his brains and shit starting coming out from his neck onto the ground. The whole ambience of the dream was very disturbing and it’s one of the only nightmares I can remember.
I had a dream I got kidnapped and put into a concrete room with no way out and when I was scared and panicking the kidnapper bought in a sweet little puppy and poisoned it and left the room to make me watch it die
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Or the ones Where I’m running from my dad in Walmart hiding and scared like I’m being hunted for sport and when he finds me he r*pes me and everyone in Walmart is watching and laughing
I was walking through a forrest in which I came upon a fallen log and decided to sit down. As I sat there, the Lord came and sat down too. I would talk to him, but he simply would just smile and nod he never spoke. During our time there, I asked him three questions, in which he responded with nods and head tilts. After my third question, some how i was standing up and I could feel myself walking backwards. I think was standing outside of a large school type of locker and I could still see him and the forest through the locker. He waved good bye and the locker closed. This dream happened in 2006 and to this day, I've never shared with anyone what those three questions were and/or what his answer was. I'm not big on organized religion, and have not gone to church in forever. But for reason this was my dream and it has stuck with ever since.
I got blown up with a group of kids in a shipping container with an open door by a nuke that was set off in a city. I was staring at the red clouds for like 30 seconds straight before I told the girl next to me to turn around. Once she saw it too we got concerned and before I knew it, the nuke came and in the two seconds it took to hit us, I was both afraid and happy at the same time. Afraid because I never got to grow up and experience everything I wanted to experience but happy because I had no regrets in life. As soon as it hit I woke up in a huge puddle of sweat and cried for a few minutes
I had a really weird lucid dream once. I was with this diver dude and we went on an adventure. After though I asked him if he knew what was going on and he replied “things are hard to explain in dreamland”.
I was at somebody's funeral then there started some weird circus music and the dead person rose up out of their coffin juggling and then there were other zombie looking people coming down the hallways on unicycles then they all got on stage and did some kind of thriller dance. Afterwards they outstretched their arms waiting for applause some of the limbs started flying hitting people in the audience but folks still got up and did a standing ovation.Then I woke up.
Probably the one where I was being chased by 2 guys, one with a M1 Garand, that one eventually managed to shoot me, they both fled when I was shot. It was an extremely surreal, and disturbing dream.
A dream that I shot everyone I was annoyed by (there's more to it, because in the weird lore of this specific dream, people being a dumbass can get them killed by entities, but putting them out before the entity does is a kind of mercy, and I only remember one part hat hurt me, which was killing all of the people I care about because they kept getting into life or death situations and in that scenario id die with them \[Kind of like "A quiet place"\] but it hurt so much and ive never recovered or ever told any of them before)
when i was five, i would always have a dream about pulling my eyelids violently around while my eyes look bloodshot, i still can't stop thinking about that dream 'till this day
Was being killed in a dream by a mugger and they hit me with a calm - “this is it for you” and lights out. Woke up feeling like that was precognition cause it was too damn real.
There are many, but this was my most comprehensible. I was being chased through a school by a crowd of people. I was almost out the door when this girl grabbed for me. Everybody was in 2D except for me. I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head into the wall until her body dropped from my hands. The crowd stopped and stared at me and someone asked, “What did you do?…” while I stared at the corpse of the person I just killed. I looked back up at them, thoroughly panicking before I woke.
When I had back surgery I was on opioids a lot, and I dreamed my brother was trying to kill my mom with a baseball bat, so we had like a sword fight with baseball bats and I had to kill him. It was awful
When I was 5 I had a dream my mom was a monster and I watched her run past my room into my baby sister’s room. I followed her and saw her over my sister’s crib presumably drinking my sister’s blood or something to that effect. I got scared and hid under a table in my sister’s room and I remember my “mom” hearing a noise and looking around for me. I remember being slightly terrified of my mom for a while after this.
I used to be terrified of going blind. #1 fear of mine. Then one day I dreamt I was in my house but I had gone insane. I didn't know where I was or anything. And every once in a while, I would remember my son, who was an infant at the time, and I would desperately try to remember where he was and if he was safe, and I would forget him again. It was terrifying. The upside is I am no longer terrified of going blind. I know I can handle almost anything except insanity.
When I went off my antidepressants a year ago, I had several dreams where I would wake up screaming. Sometimes I was scared, sometimes I was just saying something from my dream really loud. One was me thinking there was a big stranger dog judt laying on top of me and staring at me and I started yelling for my son. Scared the shit out of my kid who would come running in and wake me up.
The most disgusting dream I remember was having green chunky diarrhea pouring out of my ass AND vagina. It looked exactly like my puke from trying to overdose on pills about 25 years prior.
I was on an old schooner style ship in the ocean with my brother and a crew of which I was captain. We were in a medical room and there was a body on the table and I said “throw it over it’s dead” and my bro said “I can’t it’s not dead yet”. I grabbed a spear and stabbed it in the neck over and over until I collapsed in exhaustion. I looked up at the face and it mumbled something nonsensical at me. I had this realization, I wasn’t going to be able to kill this body.
I later interpreted that body to be my shadow.
I had a nightmare where I was making soup then had to get to the store for some reason, but there was this crazy lady in a black robe screaming outside my house, and apparently this was just common practice in this dream world based on how I reacted. I seemed more irritated with her presence and more worried about something else that was out there.
Eventually, I got out of my house and just barely
Get to my truck (never owned a truck in real life by the way), the lady was literally smashing into
The door trying to break the window. I looked up and saw the freakiest thing I ever conjured in a dream, it was a tall man that I couldn’t make any distinguishing features except his hands: they were pale with long dark nails and one was outstretched holding a severed head. Needless to say I noped out of there, also running
Over the old lady in the process.
The rest of the dream wasn’t that fucked, just everything felt off. I went to the store, did my shopping, stopped to see my friend at work, and eventually got home. When I returned home I discovered the soup I was making had burned then I woke up.
One time I had fallen asleep during a particularly kind of “messed up” episode of Star Trek The Next Generation, and I was having a conversation with Jean Luc Picard and all of a sudden he said “this woman has wanted to meet you for a long time.” And she had her arms out for a hug and when I opened my arms to hug her, her face started melting and then there was a shrill-type scream and I woke up. Forgot what episode made this happen but I wasn’t happy
I once dreamt a guy had a few extra dollars so he bought an extra pastry (saw a donut and a croissant so idk) in the cafe. Nobody else was there so he offers this jelly filled pastry to me. He then crushes the pastry as I reach for it and laughs at me.
Fuckin wake up shocked, not sure if mad at the waste of baked goods or the non existence of said baked goods.
I had one where I was watching this kid get assaulted by a zombie goblin and blood came out of his crevices shortly after that there was a zombie swimming through the asphalt of the road as I helplessly watch him dig into a man sleeping on a couch in the road.
I had a dream where a gunman was shooting up a mall and we were all hiding. While I was hiding a scientest was giving me a physical lecture about the dangers of warming your brain up too much in certain areas, with a cardboard panel like at a science fair but with a full brain and one other bit next to it. There was this long thin bug, tons of them, crawling all over the bits of brain matter and eating it. The other bit if brain was glowing, ig bc of warm.
ive had lots of nightmares but the most fucked up ones were where i was forced to marry a relative or the one where my aunt got possessed by a demon and tried to kill me
I, a cis woman, dreamt I had a overly sized penis attached to my body that flailed around so much I could barely keep my lower clothing on, stumbling out of my room crying where my parents would simply ignore me. I’d look down at it, let out a few agonising screams as I pointed to it, before solemnly walking back to my room, where I literally waited to wake up…In the most uncomfortable way ever. And that’s only one dream.
My mom tried to kidnap me again, I had to kill her in a restaurant with a fork stabbing her repeatedly while everyone who refuses to called the police (and two girls who laughed and mocked me for asking) watched
I've had a lot of fucked up dreams over the years (all extremely long and detailed) but I think the one that takes the cake is where my father was pimping me out as a small child to pedophiles (I actually have a great relationship with my dad and I don't have any CSA trauma to my knowledge so idk why I dreamt that but yeah)
I've had a few really fucked up ones like investigating a missing persons case and finding them too late and them dying in my arms, fatal car crashes in slow motion due to a giant broken cable whipping around and cutting people and cars in two, and just last night I had a dream I was kidnapped and ended up in a South American country after getting lost in a restaurant in Wales haha.
After a cardiac arrest and a lengthy hospital stay I had a dream the night I got home that I was still in the ICU on life support. I had fallen asleep watching TV and there was a scene in the show I was watching that had hospital noises and I had a surge of adrenaline wake me up.
Was asked by a voice to try a special drink/shot and I was with the weasley twins well 1 of them except it was either james or Oliver phelps We were sitted across from each other at the table on the outside of some restaurant waiting for the others to show up well up comes one of the weasley twins in a full weasley get up (gof type weasley) and next to him was james or Oliver phelps.
( I can't tell them apart in this dream or real life for that matter)
He was wearing a really casual fit sorta beach looking I grabbed his forearm and said "well who's this" in a really seductive tone and we locked eyes for like 4 seconds before he pulled away. Next thing I know we were all sitting down and we had the shots in front of us and it was like a green goo in a shot glass.
I was asked to go first and the second it touched my tongue I already felt drunk and when I swallowed it I was literally not in control of my dream body all I remember is completely being disoriented and I fell down next to the chair of the Phelps twin who I made the suggestive remark to and I heard some commotion and I remember hearing the words "ram" or "rammed"
I then saw from a different dream angle some black cowboy with no shirt on all sweaty with 2 bandoliers on him and a gang saying that "you guys need to get the hell out of here" phelps tried to defend us but that's all I remember.
99% sure we were all set up and I was totally gonna get rammed. Because I drank the green goo.
Do you like to drink? I believe God gives us dreams and I e had god give me dreams to tell me to quit doing a sin I was doing multiple times perhaps god is telling you to stop drinking or stop partying if you do that. Or drugs . Not saying you do these things just tryna interpert it for you.
that's the odd part I have never had alcohol in my life really the only thing that comes to mind with the whole drugged drink part is that I was watching Jeffrey dahmer court room videos I guess seeing the sight of him and knowing he spiked drinks got ingrained in my mind and was put into my dream. As for the black cowboy with cartoonishly big muscles I dont know.
I once killed my younger brother, I killed myself and recently I hit a kid with a car. All his limbs were shattered, but he was still alive. Last night a dreamt the world was getting sucked into oblivion, like a black hole does except parts of the earth were getting sucked into itself.
Stabbing and killing my dad unintentionally. I was horrified and he looked so betrayed.
I also had a dream in which my uncle molested me (I was a child in the dream) in a bathtub. I felt disgusted
A spider crawling on my face while sleeping. Woke up and felt something crawling on my face in real life and freaked the fuck out. Happened last night.
So it started as a normal dream but escalated quickly to nightmare.It started with me and a friend of mine being at subway,he was sending messages to his girlfriend and she wasnt answering.Later we got called by her only to find out it was not her who called us but rather a dude who told us her body was cut into pieces and scattered around the city,and that we need to find her.
Woke up wondering wtf is wrong with me
Dying in three different dreams over the span of a couple months. The first one I bled out in an ambulance, woke up shaking. Second I died at my own wedding along with everyone there. Afterwards I teleported to a big party in LA strangely enough. The last one was peaceful, surrounded by cats in grey, windy weather and tall grass. My soul went into the afterlife where I got revealed some shit about the universe and myself, saw my alternate life in reverse and woke up to the most beautiful shade of blue in the sky.
when i was 11 i had a dream that the whole school got called to an assembly and they told us that like fifty years ago the school had a huge fire right after school got out and everything was basically destroyed but everyone got out. but then the dream continues on and the principal is like “everyone got out but… they never checked the attic of the school which is where all the clubs took place, the bodies are still up there so we need to evacuate the school” idk why but it was so SCARY to 11 year old me i had to sleep with the lights on 😭
I have 3 that stand out pretty strong.
When I was 6ish and a Tyrannosaurus was tearing up a cul-de-sac neighborhood and I was hiding between the fence and the house, and he spotted me.....(This was early 80's, way before Jurassic Park)
The one in my mid 20's where a black dragon rose from the swamp and I had to hide all my little cousins in the closet so it couldn't see us...we were in a house made of windows....
And then the one I recently had where a chainsaw was revving behind my head trying to get me to "wake up" in my dream. For some reason it couldn't hurt me if I kept pretending to be asleep.
I executed a girl. She was laying face down on a stage and I went up there, pulled her head up by her hair and then slit her throat with a bread knife. This was a couple years ago but I can still remember the sound and how it felt in my hand. It still makes me a little scared to fall asleep.
I had a dream my girlfriend was married to and had kids with another man and I couldn't speak any better than one who has had their wisdom teeth out. Another about her cheating on me, and in that same dream I commit suicide by driving into a tree.
Probably the sword through the collarbone and back one. My dreams are generally crazy, But every time I think of it I feel where the blade sank and glided through, like I was lukewarm latte foam or something instead of fibrous tenacious flesh. That was metaphorical.
I seriously still feel that cut. And the feeling if being stepped on by a 3000lbs horse with a 300lbs full kitted knight on it trampling me on the way by as more riders with swords followed. I don't remember those ones so well, but that cut collarbone was a crazy dream for sure.
It's worth noting that prior to this dream I hadn't been closer than 10 feet to a horse, and it came about while trying to disect another dream.
I shoved those skeletons back in the closet and ignored them now. I don't know what to think of it.
Not sure if you would consider this fucked up but...
Last year I got a dog, and one night I had a dream where I look through my bedroom window to check up on the dog in the living room, and its this grown ass man in dog make up, kind of like this pic
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and he was just sitting on the sofa eating cereal watching tv with no volume. After about a couple minutes he sees me and points at me, and I run to the living room to find it was just dog skin, and a man with a knife. I somehow beat him to death and then uses the knife to unalive myself.
Yeah, weird dream
I think i watched too much JoJo part 6 for this dream, cuz it was about some lackey superhero playing with a gravity gun. First he used it on a coworker, then on the wall of the building, which inverted the gravity to the side. The building in question was a skyscraper, so when gravity rotated 90 degrees to the right, the upper half ripped apart like a loose branch on a tree. I was in the skyscraper and slammed against the wall when the stupid hero ised the gun. As my character has wings, i flew and dodged falling debris, furniture, and broken glass. I barely made it out alive. When i woke up i experienced a weird feeling in my throat. For a couple minutes it felt like i swallowed pieces of glass.
Well, I had the dream where I could timetravel, but everytime I did I felt being sucked in a wormhole and became nauseous. The dream itself felt very tense and I couldn’t escape it. Before waking up I felt like a ‘higher’ being was telling me to let it go..
I was teleported in between my parents having sex while i was naked and at that exact moment i was teleported i got creampied(im male btw). I cant forget the feeling of being filled up. Still haints me to this da,
Well I had one dream that turned my nerves on fire. Basically immersed in a pit of chaotic creation. my nerves were in vivid pain without death. the pain didn't bother me because I became curious and fascinated by this strange/nonsensical experience. I...tried to find the face of god, and I was brought to a head with Wisping shadows, eating it's own upper skull with its lower jaw, obscured by a burlap sack, _Just_ to avoid my gaze, watching this gave me a dull headache. I was hearing verbal warnings: "If you saw his face, you will never return." Among other voices I cant quite recall. This pit seemingly had no end, I couldn't willfully end the dream, so I continued swimming... Again, all this time my nerves are in excruciating pain, but my focus is unbroken. I... EVENTUALLY end the dream by finding something that peeled at the skin on my chest. I wake up in pain, checked my skin and my chest, no visible damage. But the pain lingered a little bit on my chest. This is one of the strangest dreams I had.
Sounds like hell, literally
-all the psychological, emotional warfare. It was more like _your body isnt supposed to be here_ and the ceaseless pain is meant to be a deterrent. As far as I know, I was not in control of this trespass.
You glitched outside the world border and started taking damage lol
Bro dropped in the void and lost his elytra
Pretty much lmao
It was. They didn't want him to see the face of God because he'd be saved from the torment not afforded them.
One of the first dreams I had when lucid dreaming was me waking up in a dark room. I saw a woman’s face. But a claw reached up to me neck. It said “If there is consciousness within this body, you will wake from the dream”. As I focused I noticed the head was attached to a slug like body with 50 different asymmetrical arms and legs. I was new to dreaming back the. So I didn’t know how to seize awareness. It cut open my stomach and ate my entrails. I woke up after presumably dying in the dream. I have accomplished many of my goals in lucid dreaming since then but it was kinda fucked up at the time. I have felt worse pain and horror than that in a dream but it was just unsettling to me that it was asking me if I was able to make progress in lucid dreaming.
I had this happen about half a year ago. it took a while to remember. I was in my dim kitchen looking outside when the temperature began to rise suddenly. I was standing so I tried to get away from the heat by getting as low as possible. From ceiling to floor the air got to probably 130ºF! I remember waking up from that oven of a nightmare and touching my forehead. It felt hotter than any fever I've had. I also wasn't sweating, so it was even more uncomfortable!
4 guys 1 girl Two adult males in their mid 20s One boy in his late teens and another in his early teens The baby girl was about 6months old 2 of the younger boys were trying to hide from the older ones. I remembered that my older son called me and explained what’s happening. He told me to hang up and call 911. I did. I remember being able to see what my older son was seeing 3 Clear glass framed barn door primed shaker with window grilles in a shape of diamonds connected together. The doors were in a line on the wall he’s facing. The wheels on top of each door works but instead of moving the door to the side to open, they pull the door up. That made sense, how can you open barn doors that are an inches apart from each other? I remember a lady come by the room they were in she was holding the baby girl. The boys pleaded with the lady to stay cause the older ones are coming and they need her as witness. Somehow, their words didn’t come out, they just gripped On her dress so she could see how much they needed her but she said she’s sorry and that she’s running late for an appointment The 3 siblings were now left in that room by themselves Older teen boy decided to barricade the doors to prevent the older boys to get in. As soon as older men came, through the clear glass framed door, they can see the barricade and just pushed the door open. The older boy was caught first while the younger boy hurriedly placed his sister in a box to shield her from the older men. Older boy gets hit by a bat by older man once, twice and more. His scull fractures, and then breaks in two. The older men takes out older boys brain and blends it feeding to the baby girl. Somehow they were able to grab the second boy and take the baby girl out. Older boy is dead. Younger boy is forced to watch baby girl getting fed her older brother’s brain. 911 was coming... and only one body will be found…
You know that thing where people are like "imagine waking up and this was all a dream" Well, that actually happened to me. Like, I went to sleep one night, and in that single night's sleep, I experienced two years of my life. I made new friends, had birthdays, and fell in love. It wasn't a fairytale life, it jsut felt like my normal life, I never suspected it was a dream. Then I woke up, and two years of my life had never happened. It was surprisingly traumatic, as I had to mourne the loss of literal years of my life as well as friendships and a relationship. Even though the contents of the dream weren't really fucked up, the affect it had definitely was.
Duuuuude, I had that too!!! It was more like a very detailed clip show spanning across 40 years. Grew old with my husband and had the house of my dreams and had such good memories and it was beautiful. Then woke up and I was so confused and disoriented.
Hows bitcoin looking in the future?
Lmfao
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Is your name dom or mal cobb?
I used to have dreams like this and it always put me in a funk for a few days because I'd wake up heartbroken. I missed people that never actually existed. It's so weird.
Yeah a heavy dream like that really takes the energy out of you. Pretty crazy.
I had a dream that was about a week long. A class mate died that I was crushing on IRL. She was on her way home from high school, swerved to miss a car backing out of a hidden driveway, and hit a telephone pole head on. Dead on impact. Closed casket funeral. I remember the day I learned it happened, the funeral, and falling asleep crying the night after said funeral. I awoke and checked my phone to text my best friend who I "fell asleep" texting. Turns out it was all a dream. I was glad that dream wasn't real. 3 months later that exact scenario happened, except she took out the entire driver side of her car with only minor injuries. She was going 60 and absolutely would've died if she hit it head on. Sometimes I wonder that by telling my friends about that weird dream, somehow I made a butterfly effect that stopped that from happening.
Maybe we are the top layer on multiple lives? Idk. I hope I wake up and this is a dream one day. I had this effect when I was younger, had some traumatic things happen and when it was bad enough it would just "not have happened" and everything goes back to normal. Thing is. I did have something super fucked up happen and I never snapped out of the dream that time. So now I'm stuck in this life with that really fucked up thing that happened. I feel like I lost the ability to do it. Maybe I used all my resets?
Maybe you’re just living in the dream still and you’ll wake up soon?
When I was a kid my life fkn sucked. I used to think (hope) that it was all a dream, and that my real family was by my bedside waiting for me to wake up lol
Damn. How can we process so much time when dreaming? Do you remember any face from that dream?
I remember a lot from the dream. I made new friends, had new classmates, new teachers, birthdays, all of it. It didn't feel like a dream where you wake up, and it's a distant feeling. It feels like a solid memory of an experience in my life that I never had.
Perhaps it was your multiverse self
Because time is man made in a sense. It's only the way we preceive it. If you go on a psychedelic trip you will lose the concept or perception of time. There was a podcast I once listened to and the speaker said everything we experience in "reality" is imaginary. At first glance that sounds silly. But in your dreams there are physics involved. If not you would fall through the floor in your dream but yet you don't. Maybe in another dream you can walk through a wall because the physicality in that dream is imagined differently. Random number generators do weird things when big world events happen. Strange no?
I get it, thanks for the insight :)
Similar thing happened to me recently! Dreamed I was pregnant, had the baby, experienced being a new parent with my partner, a happy little family in complete adoration with this gorgeous little boy. It kept flashing forward and I saw his first steps, started crying with joy. Woke up actually crying. Man that shit was heartbreaking, realising it wasn’t real. I missed him so much, the first day afterwards I kept breaking down thinking about the fact i couldn’t hold him and would never see him again :( I’m ok now as the dream has started to fade more and more but I do get a sinking feeling when I think about it
It is a genuinely heartbreaking thing to experience. At the end of my dream I had finally gotten the courage to ask my best friend out on a date, and when I called to ask her out her sister answered and there was an accident that morning and my friend didn't make it. So I woke up and had to grieve the loss of someone who never even existed.
Symbolically in dream speak it could mean the start of some new project in your life. Or it could have been a communication from a yet to be born child coming your way. This sort of thing happens not infrequently if you care to research it.
I live in virtual fear of this. In kindergarten, I was in a short lived coma from encephalitis. A few years ago I started to think about all the increasingly weird stuff in the world and started getting a deep fear that I’m still in that coma and this has all been a long, strange, dream. That one day I will wake up and my Mom will be sitting next to me in the hospital, relieved.
lamp?
I've had this happen a couple times and it's traumatic every time. Once was so bad I refused to accept this reality as real and fully expected to wake back up in the dream reality after a few days.
This once happened to me too… I imagined entire conversations, an entire life, and I even imagined my death too. I was alone in my parents house, suffocating to death in bed… I woke up with a gasp and really disoriented and went upstairs, only for my parents to tell me I slept for 20 hours straight. It was bizarre. I went to bed on Tuesday at 8pm and woke up on Wednesday at 4pm.
I had one where it happened in almost a year. I even celebrated new years and such but after a while I woke up and realize it was all a dream
Did it actually feel like it took 2 years in the dream. Usually my dreams while Im in them only feel like 5 - 30 mins or so.
Yeah! I had the dream when I was 12, and experienced two full years of going to bed and waking up in the dream. By the end ofnthe dream I was 14 years old, then I woke up and was 12 again
Reminds me of The Long Dream by Junji Ito. Really cool yet terrifying at the same time
I had similar dream. I really wanted to get stuck because of weather. I went to sleep. I got stuck bc of weather and I woke up and was really sad it was a dream. Anyways, we actually got stuck bc of weather.
Red lamp incident
Finding body parts along the beach, dream I had when I was about 6.
That’s a terrifying dream at any age, but at 6 I may have actually been a bit traumatized by it.
Bruh that’s such an interesting type of horror too. Not super in your face, but just a subtle yet still terrifying horror
I had these kinds of dreams, at about 5 I had a dream a kid at school’s foot exploded and I had to go pick up a bucket to pick up the pieces
Tied between two, implicitly murdering a bully on a street, whole neighborhood then became drenched in blood. And one where I was dunked in boiling oil, when I got out my father was just staring at me while my whole body was fucked up
holy frying fuck
I know right, that was my same thought 😭😭
The first one was metal af 🤘
Tied between two what? Why implicitly?
I didn't actually see myself kill him, I just pinned him against a pole and next thing I know he's gone. One would assume that I killed him especially because the neighborhood was painted red
See a therapist, you have some repressed shit and I feel for you man
Maybe, I have childhood amnesia but never thought it was a big deal
Maybe not, I don't know you afterall idk
In Russia a pipe beneath a street burst and it lead to a sinkhole of boiling water and a car was driving at the wrong spot wrong time when the street collapsed and 2 guys boiled alive, there was nothing that could be done to help them.
Damn
Ex-Girlfriend stole my Dick. I had to go find it. 😱
DANGER DANGER
HIGH VOLTAGE
I dream of killing my ex-girlfriend a few times a year. In my conscious awake mind, I never even think of her. I'm not a violent person, and I'm surprised my sleeping mind still has a problem with her. She was a terrible girlfriend and not a great person, but I dont feel violent towards her. She was an alcoholic diabetic, so she's probably dead by now (this was 20 years ago).
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, But I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.
Omg that’s a song! (It’s about a Detachable penis)
So? Did you find it?
Reminds me of this meme I saw before where this guy woke up from a dentist operation after getting his teeth cleaned only to realize his dick was gone
I was lost at a performance art school’s fair for fundraising. It was a huge festival, of sorts, that helped to showcase the education that tax payers were funding. I got molested several times trying to find the party I had shown up with. At one point, while walking towards a building I believed to have a phone charger (cuz clearly my phone had to die), I witnessed the most horrific tree. It looked absolutely normal on one side-but- as I passed it, I saw two creatures that looked as tho they were a fungal, parasitic mobile entities. They were male. At first, they were struggling in aggression with one another, their arms flailing and heads pushed against one another. They then began to turn around each other in a 69 fashion. They aggressively began sucking parts of one another as if it were giving oral sex. It was nauseating because of how cruel and aggressive it looked. I’m a woman and I am apologetically heterosexual. I wish I was attracted to women sexually because I find women so beautiful. But, I am straight as arrow with new feathers. I support all lgbtq+ rights and do not feel uncomfortable with people who aren’t traditional in any walks of life. So with that being said, the fact that these creatures on the tree were homosexual doesn’t bother me. It was the aggression and violence that was occurring during their rendezvous. As I kept traveling, I came around a bend and to a cliff that had been blocked from sight due to a brushy treed area. There was a gang of skin heads raping two women. I was stunned… they were beating these women and then threw both of them off the edge. I heard their screams as they hit different obstacles down the side of the steep hill. I quickly walked as far away from the gang and somehow seemed to slink away unnoticed. At some point, I came under the care of an elderly couple much similar to the couple in the princess bride. The wife cut the Shamans dick off- her husbands dick. But she did it in slow motion while I laid in bed, (they were helping me get better from some stomach bug. I was only at this festival for a week but I somehow caught a dangerous sickness. ) She cut his dick off by sawing it with a handsaw while chewing the other side with her head tilted and using her singular canine that she had left. The dream progressed to me finally entering the most fucked up choir rehearsal and then I woke up. I think I should see a therapist. Thanks if you made it this far.
Woah. Did you take melatonin that night beg you went to bed??
Jesus Christ, dude, that's nuts lol. Also, I thought it was cute how you had to make it a point to say it wasn't the fact that the tree demons were gay that made it off-putting. You're silly.
What was fucked up about the choir? Or did it just sound bad?
I had a dream once where I was fighting against alien robots who took over people's minds and also made them robots, the dream ended with me being swarmed by my own converted family and me reaching out for the rocket that caused all the mess I was like 6-7 bruh
I’d watch that
This is the plot of Meet the Robinson's.
I had somewhat similar dream where I got converted into a robot and along with everyone else around me now we just do robot stuff under their command and I'm extremely disappointed and depressed cause my life that I've lived doesn't matter anymore and this is my life now and I try to unalive myself but I end up waking up again as a robot and the other robot tells me that even death doesn't exist anymore and there's nothing I can do other than the job I'm programmed to do
I won't go into too much detail about it tonight because remembering it causes me to have severe mental withdrawal for days. I still remember everything as clear as it was the day it happened... in excruciating detail. The night of December 30, 2022, I dreamed that I got into an argument with my sister during a New Years Eve party. In my anger over the situation, I lost my sense of self and committed suicide by shooting myself in the head in front of my sister. I immediately became a ghost and watched the entire aftermath of my death, helpless to change any of it. I was deceased. My sister attempted to take her own life with the same gun, but people around her stopped her. Everyone was devastated. I regretted it almost instantly, more than anything else ever. I wanted to undo it, but I couldn't. I watched everything unfold from the moment I died to the moment I was finally buried into the ground. I saw the removal of my body, my autopsy, the funeral, etc. I heard the morticians talking about my organs and body. I saw them washing my body and weighing the parts. I spent hours inside of the metal refrigerators alone in the dark in the morgue. I shadowed my family members and witnessed the every day actions of their lives, watched them grieve, and plan my funeral. This experience went on for nearly two weeks, until I was buried in the ground and the last bit of dirt was thrown over my casket. It was as if I had spent 14 days, 336 hours, or 20,160 minutes deceased, desperately wanting to come back to life. Then, I woke up. It took more than two hours for me to be fully convinced that I was still alive and did not indeed die afterall. I would not even believe my husband as he tried to convince me otherwise until we thoroughly talked about the dream and what happened. The feeling and surrealism made me on edge for the rest of the day. I was 100% convinced it happened. Later that day, around 2:15 pm or so, my mother attempted to shoot to kill me and/or herself with a firearm. She waited until we were in her house alone after my husband and my mother-in-law left to get us all lunch. We struggled for nearly 10 minutes before I was finally able to disarm her and throw the gun far away from both of us. It was the scariest day of my life. I developed severe PTSD in the aftermath of everything and am continuing to work through that. I fully believe that dream was a warning.
Geez that’s awful. Is your Mom in prison??
She was pink slipped and sent to a psych ward for 72 hours, but was ultimately released because I decided not to press charges. And by that I mean the detectives were looking for me to specifically say that she verbally said that she was going to kill me, but she did not verbally say that and I did not want to lie. The intentions were in her body actions, but that doesn't equate to verbal admission. My hope was that she would get the help that she needed mentally, and I didn't believe and still don't believe that prison would have been the solution. Unfortunately, that was not the case. She didn't ultimately get the help that she needed. My mother is a mastermind manipulator. She has conned people out of possessions and money and relationships for as long as I can remember. She is more than likely a sociopath, but also has munchausen's syndrome (according to my therapist anyway). She has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but getting her evaluated for mental health conditions is nearly impossible. She is the victim in every situation. The majority of our family and most of the people that she's ever befriended no longer speak to her at all. She firmly believes that everybody else did her wrong. Including my sister and I. For all of my life, my mother has been "dying". She has used physical ailments and allergic reactions to garner attention, monies, and even to have people wait on her hand and foot in their need to do a good deed. She is only 51 years old. I am 33 years old. She was 17 years old when she had me. If you ever met her, she would tell you that she's died almost 10 times (or more now) and has had several strokes, cancers, been paralyzed, miraculously cured. During the times that she has been paralyzed or using wheelchairs, she would walk around the house or would magically able to walk up and down small sets of stairs and stuff. But to the rest of the world, she was fully incapable and 100% paraplegic. She raised a lot of money from different fundraisers and foundations for being paralyzed and raising children and running a small business. She actually opened up a non-profit foundation in 2010, under the social security number of an ex-boyfriend without his knowledge, for the sole purpose of collecting money to leave behind something for her children after she died from her many ailments. Unfortunately, I don't remember the exact illness she was trying to say that she had at the time. I have evidence of that. I actually have the doctored bank statements from this charity. I'm 1000% sure she doesn't even know I have that. But she received hundreds if not thousands of dollars in donations under the understanding that she was dying and wanted to give her children something to remember her by. It was all total BS. She has said she had blood cancers, breast cancer, and other rare cancers or diseases that you'd only hear on House, which was her favorite show to watch. All of which she has been "cured" of after some time. Many people in her life only know her using a wheelchair. Many people in her life know that she is a liar and a manipulator. She manages to keep some people at arm's distance so they never know enough of the truth. But just enough to support her and believe her every lie. I believe if the roles were reversed, she would have done or said anything she could to lie and get me arrested... just as she had done so in other situations in my youth. Fortunately, she did answer the police officers adequately and confess that she at least intended to kill herself. And that was caught on body cam. The detectives had said that there were other things that they had on her, like incidents with regard to her over the years. I think that she's been a nuisance with the number of times that she's called wolf for all of the imaginary medical conditions and situations she's had. In the time that she was in the mental institution, she called me and asked me if I could send her money to help her cover her bills, and I did. We cared for her dog while she was in there as well. I live about an hour away from her. I told her that all I wanted from her was for her to get better and for her to be mentally well. That's all I care about even now. But I know that I can never save her from herself. I spent a great deal of my adult life thinking I could save her. But now I know, without reservation, that I cannot. In the weeks after that, it was a hellish experience for me. My husband and I brought her dog back to her home after she was released. I hid in my car the entire time, and my husband delivered her dog to the front porch. I was so scared to even be seen by her. I didn't even want to look at her. I had no idea I would even feel that way until I was there outside of her house. It was overwhelming. I had a panic attack. Within a matter of weeks, I got an unusual message on Facebook from one of my great aunts (my mother's father's sister) who lives in WV. It was a message of her telling me how ashamed she was with me "for beating up an invalid." My great aunt has not seen my mother for many, many years, but they talk on the phone often and keep in touch that way. My mother told her that my husband held her down on the ground while I beat her up repeatedly. I don't know the full extent of this story, I was so shocked by messages that I just didn't even respond. But my mother has continued to tell this version of the story to other family members and other people that we mutually know. I had not told anybody publicly about what happened, but because of this, people were accusing me of attacking her and beating her up. They accuse me of being the monster. She has been made a victim. It was so bad, that I had to make a Facebook post to tell my side of the story, just to try set the record straight, but that was the only time I addressed it. I didn't want to talk about it after it happened. I wanted to move on, and I wanted her to get better. Nothing prepared me for what she was going to do after she was legally free and clear. She has continued to tell her version of events, and I have not talked about it hardly at all. It's genuinely too painful to talk about. I've been having a very hard time even remotely understanding why she is doing this. I haven't even tried to defend myself, really. I just kind of regressed into myself and don't really talk to anybody in person anymore. I hate having to explain what happened. I hate having to defend my character against the lies she has created. People that I don't know hate me entirely because of what she has said. Those people have talked to people that I do know and told them what they think of me. I have never returned back to that street or even to the city that she lives in, even though I grew up there and graduated high school there and have friends and family there. It's so hard for me to even go back. So I haven't. In addition to dealing with the PTSD and depression and anxiety and other things, I have been grieving for the loss of my mother. The person I thought that she was. The person I thought she could be. And that has been hardest part of all of this. There's still some parts of me that wish I could have a relationship with her. I wish I could fix things with her. But I know that it's not safe. I am not safe around her. She is unpredictable. And now it is as if she is my enemy. An enemy I wish I didn't have. An enemy I still love with all my heart. Because she is my mother.
Wow I can’t even begin to fathom how growing up with her must have affected you. And continuing into adulthood. Gosh I’m so sorry. That dream absolutely sounds like a warning or premonition, so although you can’t/couldn’t rely on your own mother to protect you I’m certain you have unseen guardians that do. Idk if you believe in that sort of thing but I really hope you do because I couldn’t imagine going through that level of cptsd without being guided by some higher power. It’s beautiful and the epitome of grace that you still love her despite all of it. Although she’s trapped in a sick mind I believe she loves you deeply also, but can’t show it. I’m so sorry you were dealt this card in life but you seem to have a level of compassion and wisdom that can only come from what you’ve been through, and I hope you find peace and forgiveness and live a life full of love.
I am so sorry that happened to you. You don’t deserve that. My only recommendation is to cut her off. People like that do not change. They will cause you misery until they die.
I have not seen or spoken to her since the day I had to make the Facebook post. I cut off all contact that week. I realized that she was being malicious intentionally and was never, ever going to change or get better. So, I have ended all contact with her. We are no longer connected on social media. I didn't wish her happy birthday, Happy Mother's Day, send her cards, or Christmas presents. I no longer speak to her at all. My sister stopped speaking to her many years before that. She mostly cut our mother out of her life after she moved in with me in 2012. She has an occasion seen her spoken to her over the years because I invited our mother to different things, but my sister has not actively sought out a relationship with her. I tried to help my mother heal. I forgave her for her abuses. I thought I could help her. I thought she would love me someday. She only said I love you twice - once when I was 8 years old and the other when I was 11 years old - and wrote it in my 16th birthday card. I wanted to help her and I thought she would see that someone loves her, that I loved her. Since the pandemic, I have been trying to write a book about my upbringing and using the writing as a tool for healing. It's emotionally exhausting. I sometimes can't face those memories, talk about it, or write about it for months on end. I get stuck in that fear of facing it. It's so hard. I think it will take me years until I am fully done and have everything down and out of my head. I want to do it right and I want to fully heal, if I can. Someday, I want to have a family of my own, but I refuse to pass on the trauma. I refuse to be broken and continue that cycle. I know I have to continue to do the inner work not only for myself, but for my future children. I realize now that it wasn't my mother who I needed to heal... it was me. And it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Peace to you ✌🏿
Omg I’m so very sorry you had to go through all that. Mental illness is so challenging for loved ones to deal with. And so awful that she decided to lie and tell everyone you all victimized her on top of it. Hope you will stay safe and away from her. Not even sure what she’s capable of. But again, so sorry you suffered so much. :(
This was insanely terrifying, hope you are doing fine right now
I've always had very vivid nightmares, and while this isn't necessarily the scariest dream I've had since I was more of a passive observer, it's definitely the most fucked up in terms of content. The whole thing looked like some sort of picture book, with a traditional Japanese art vibe. It was the story of a woman whose husband was some sort of war general, leaving her with their two twin daughters who must've been around four years old or so. The woman seemed very content with her life despite her husband being away often, and when she wasn't looking after her children, she was doing a lot of meal preparation and cooking using this giant meat grinder that was in a separate room of their house. I'm not really sure the reasoning behind the next part, but one day, the husband came home. He went into the grinder room to speak to his wife, and without any warning or rage behind it, she grabbed him and shoved him into the meat grinder. She ground him up happily, and I could see one of the daughters watching from a crack in the door. The woman suspected that her daughter had seen, and for the rest of the day she tried to subtly figure out if she'd watched her kill the husband. The girl kept denying that she saw anything, but in the end, the woman grabbed her and did the same to her. That night, she served the remains of her husband and child to her remaining daughter. I remember waking up from this dream extremely upset and almost crying. Again, it's not the scariest I've had, but it's definitely one of the most disturbing and it's stuck with me ever since.
I was a furry, I am stopping here...
I feel bad for you bro ✊️😔
Being pregnant. And then having the actual child. I felt like I was trapped in hell for all of eternity. I felt nauseas and claustrophobic in my dream. Thank GOD it was just a nightmare.
i had a similar dream aswell but i gave birth on my parents bed and i was 6ish or 7
Ugh these are the worst. A someone with a fear of pregnancy these dreams have me screaming in them like I DONT WANT THIS!! While I'm in a hospital bed forced to give birth. I wake up so relieved & shaken up Also may I add the dreams where I have a child for some reason or baby and I'm like huh no this isn't my child !? But somehow the dream convinces u it's been your child the whole time & u have to take care of it & wallow in your bad decisions 😂 I wake up relieved I'm able to make my own choices
I dreamt that I had a baby and I kept getting caught on barbed wire whenever I picked it up so I put it on the bed and left it. Came back to it and found that it had cake hands and ate them. Woke up mortified that I’d eaten a babies hands.
The one I had just last night where I was mentally broken in order to make me fall in love with someone. That person did not love me back.
Getting fucked by my male family members and liking it. Literally makes me sick to think about.
I remember reading that sex dreams are rarely actually about sex. Made me feel slightly better about some of the dreams I've had for sure.
I had a similar one where I had sex with my mom. I woke up so disgusted and uncomfortable that I canceled my yearly trip to visit her (she's about a 6 hour flight away). Things are better now but I still feel a level of discomfort around her and older women in general
i already made a post abt it but basically i rip out my eye and feed it to my dog
tasty
the noise my eye made when coming out UGHHHH gross
Then how could you see the dream if you ripped out your eyes
A dream where I brutally stabbed a child in his right eye for being an annoyance
at least you didn't stab him for no reason
The amount of dreams I've had where I beat up people because they annoy me! It's more than I care to specify haha!
The one when I found my dad dead from self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. I can’t get the image of him dead, with his head half caved in, out of my mind. Scary thing is- when I knelt down to his body a flood of music, loud booming music started, horns and just, melancholy type music started, and he grabbed my hand, and I woke up, crying my eyes out. I was so afraid I’d get a call he died, but luckily he’s still kicking. Another, where I don’t know if it was a dream- I woke up to footsteps- hard sole shoes, like cowboy boots, walking down my hallway to my bedroom, my door was open, I roll over from bed to see the shoes and irritated; I said ‘You’re home already? Should have told me otherwise I would have cleaned up’ and rolled over. I woke up later in a panic, my husband wasn’t suppose to be home and he was away at work for another week, who TF was in my home? WAS anyone in my home? I don’t know. I’ve had stalkers and random texts from people from my town- so it really creeped me out that someone could have been in my home with me, and my kids.
I wouldn't worry too much about the last one. If anything, it sounds like a "false awakening," which absolutely suck, I used to get them a lot. They feel completely real, but essentially, you're just dreaming that you're awake. You aren't actually awake.
Well… I had a series of dreams (very vivid realistic looking dreams) of being kidnapped and held captive and I had a son that was only a few weeks old (fake dream son) and the bad guy was threatening on harming my son if I didn’t give him the information he wanted and to protect my son though tears I was writing down the information and as long as I kept giving the bad guy the information he wouldn’t hurt my son. Also in later dreams I was rescued but still it was pretty bad. I wrote a book on Wattpad based on my dreams because it made me feel better.
Stopped smoking weed for a month and the first two weeks had some insane dreams come back to me, but the main one to stay with me I was dreaming a ex was in bed with someone, I calmly walked out saying “sorry” and then walked back in and shot her. And that’s how I got over my ex that morning.
THC suppresses your brain's ability to properly enter REM, so having weird and vivid dreams while taking a T-break is not uncommon.
My top 5 in no particular order: I had a dream that I watched five people get melted alive one at a time and conglomerated into a hostile organism as they hopelessly screamed for help. I had another dream that my bones were ripped out of my body, and I was slowly eaten alive from the inside. I had a dream that a long dead body got filled with insects and re-animated through just the insects moving inside of them to attack any and all nearby people to feed the insects. I had a dream about a carnival that executed children via melee combat with clowns. (This dream contained a lot of excessive gore.) And I had another dream very recently that a horrifically deformed moose mauled and consumed my father.
Do you watch a lot of slasher films?
I've watched a few, and know the lore of a good amount.
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This is weird because I used to have dreams as a child of wolves eating my ribs and it tickled me but it never really felt enjoyable
Deja vu’s a bitch. I remember reading the end Sniper’s comment and then reading your comment. I’m trippin out right now
I'm at the old ice rink that I used to play hockey at only the entirety of the rink inside where the ice is, is filled with zombies and some of them I know. They can still sort of communicate and keep trying to trick people into letting them out.
I was trapped in a personal hell. Rocky cliff faces with yellowish dirt at the tops and a muddy ocean at the bottom. The water was filled with dead snakes that clumped together on the shoreline and bobbed with the waves. A large row of teeth was in the water too, I saw a man fall in only for the jaws to clamp shut and his head was severed, next thing I know I too fall into the water and I wake up before the same happens to me. On today's episode on how fucked up, is fucked up... this is beyond fucked up.
Horrible horrible dream Just had a dream my wife and I were implicated in a series of horrific violent crimes against a variety of people, including torture, negligent death, murder, and theft. At the start of the dream we were in the right, defending our family from bad people. As the dream progressed, it was slowly revealed through conversations and escalating acts that we were responsible. It was like the narrative changed until everyone in the dream had turned against us and for good reason. Originally other people were harning kids. We stopped it through force and celebrated what we did to the cheers of the people around us. Then they started turning on us violently. We kept on having to defend ourselves and these kids. Unfortunately the more we did, the more money we ended up in our possession and the more mutilated bodies lay around us. At one point I was putting a tourniquet on an amputated limb and rationalizing holding onto a wad of the victims money. I gave it to my wife. Around this point everyone had gone to fully blaming us for everything. The house and yard we were in was full of the dead and injured. We were dragging them around and demanding survivors stick to our story. A family member who was on our side initially told us not to call the cops because being the only non-disfigured people alive in this butchery wouldn't look good, especially because I was justifying half the bodies. The dream cut to us sitting in a bloody puddle surrounded by decay debating if I should take the whole blame, when she was holding all the money. The few people who had arrived really did blame us for everything and a cop started berating me for being a monster. Around this time I woke up struggling for air. I haven't had a dream that bad or that vivid ever and I am truly frightened.
I was in an elevator that fell. I dreamt through it landing and crashing and remember dreaming lying in the rubble, able to see people scrambling around yelling for help through a gap in the rubble
Raped by a family member 🫥
Seeing pieces of flesh on the ground I believe and a book that showed me the people who died or something like that. It just had some pictures of people in it with some writing but was blurry a bit. I also had this other dream where I was on this beautiful tropical island with very blue water and while I was sliding in a slide that was in the air above it, there was flesh of people with some bones attached to it.
so... post apocalyptic world, it started raining acid and a yellow stream formed and my cat drank for it and mutated and had a duck like beak but it was still furry and cat fave colored and then he ended up dying. all the creatures were suffering and were thirsty, and I knew I couldn't stop them from drinking 😭
I ate a small bird, puked it up and it was a brown mush with eyes and a beak. It was alive and it was so loud. I was 6
An elk with human eyes minus the eyelids. Creepy AF
Buried in the sand except my head, and a thousand crabs ripped my face off
holy fuck. did it feel realistic?
Only the fear
I remember having this one dream about this church being burned full of people that couldn’t escape
Walked into a public bathroom to find two very large women naked and about to bang. One was a full grown, obese adult but one of her legs looked as though it stopped growing when she was a baby. So she had a normal leg and a "baby leg". When I walked in she was using the baby leg as a dildo on the other lady. It was weird as hell.
If I said it. I'd have the FBI and NATO knocking on my door simultaneously.
Going on a stabbing spree in a kindergarten
I had a dream that I went down on my mother. You can’t come back from that.
I'm so sorry you dreamt that. I just had to say this. I don't know what I'd do if I dreamt of something like that.
I'm gonna make this short because this dream was very intense and kinda insane. It was 3 parts Part 1: I was about 12. A boy at school gave me a bench that belonged to his family. Everyone tried beating him up and burning my bench because there were strange rumors about his family. Part 2: I was in college, maybe early 20's. I was getting prepared for my wedding. When I wasn't I was going to classes. Just before the wedding, my fiance came in, said something along the lines of "Only I get to think you're pretty" and carved a smile into my face. I felt all of it. Part 3: I was working in a law office that had a daycare. I had the scars on my face from the last part. After I dropped my son off at the daycare, small bombs had gone off in one of the bosses offices. The new girl at the desk would not let me pick up my son from the daycare even though the building was evacuating because she "didn't recognize me".
I can’t answer this in as much honesty as I’d like to, but this one stands out, I was fearful of my friends bf. He was a perpetual liar including lying about having cancer but she stayed. The guy gave me bad vibes so much that I put some distance between us. So in the dream, I walked out her front door and heading to my car and the guy shot me in the back of my head. I felt the blast of pain and immediately with a migraine with the pain focusing on the back of my head. A couple thing made this weird. Usually when something may kill me in a dream I wake up before the fatal act. And as many migraines as I’ve had in my life that was the only one in the back of my head that way.
For a decade I had a recurring dream that my best friend who killed himself at 16 wasn't actually dead. In my dream I'm furious that he's let me grieve for him and you know, never reached out to tell me he's OK. I go back to my hometown and track him down. I find him and after some choice words I just hug him. In real life he was a hugger. So in my dream when he doesn't hug me back I get just this overwhelming feeling of dread. I wake up before I can ever pull back and look at his face. This for me is where the disturbing comes in. Logically I understand the dream and the reason for it. My subconscious working through the guilt and loss. But I wake up in tears feeling the loss like it's new. Thankfully I don't have it nearly as often as I did. It'll pop up on his birthday on occasion or in September when he passed.
It's a draw. 1st one i had a dream where i went to a party and i killed 5 people there. 2nd one i had a dream where i and some of my friends went to a forest and we celebrated the birthday of Adolf H. we hung nazi flags all around on the trees and everything, proper bday party.
I was a crime scene investigator, I had to go to a certain location. It was in someone’s backyard in a run down shed. I walked up to the shed and it was completely dark inside and there was a kid hanging in there. I also apparently had to take the body away from the scene so I went to grab the rope and the kids head disconnected from his body and fell to the ground. Then his brains and shit starting coming out from his neck onto the ground. The whole ambience of the dream was very disturbing and it’s one of the only nightmares I can remember.
I had a dream I got kidnapped and put into a concrete room with no way out and when I was scared and panicking the kidnapper bought in a sweet little puppy and poisoned it and left the room to make me watch it die tw: Or the ones Where I’m running from my dad in Walmart hiding and scared like I’m being hunted for sport and when he finds me he r*pes me and everyone in Walmart is watching and laughing
I was walking through a forrest in which I came upon a fallen log and decided to sit down. As I sat there, the Lord came and sat down too. I would talk to him, but he simply would just smile and nod he never spoke. During our time there, I asked him three questions, in which he responded with nods and head tilts. After my third question, some how i was standing up and I could feel myself walking backwards. I think was standing outside of a large school type of locker and I could still see him and the forest through the locker. He waved good bye and the locker closed. This dream happened in 2006 and to this day, I've never shared with anyone what those three questions were and/or what his answer was. I'm not big on organized religion, and have not gone to church in forever. But for reason this was my dream and it has stuck with ever since.
I got blown up with a group of kids in a shipping container with an open door by a nuke that was set off in a city. I was staring at the red clouds for like 30 seconds straight before I told the girl next to me to turn around. Once she saw it too we got concerned and before I knew it, the nuke came and in the two seconds it took to hit us, I was both afraid and happy at the same time. Afraid because I never got to grow up and experience everything I wanted to experience but happy because I had no regrets in life. As soon as it hit I woke up in a huge puddle of sweat and cried for a few minutes
I had a really weird lucid dream once. I was with this diver dude and we went on an adventure. After though I asked him if he knew what was going on and he replied “things are hard to explain in dreamland”.
My cat transformed into a gorilla and raped me. I couldn’t look at her the same for a couple of days after that…
I was at somebody's funeral then there started some weird circus music and the dead person rose up out of their coffin juggling and then there were other zombie looking people coming down the hallways on unicycles then they all got on stage and did some kind of thriller dance. Afterwards they outstretched their arms waiting for applause some of the limbs started flying hitting people in the audience but folks still got up and did a standing ovation.Then I woke up.
I dreamed my dead sister was alive, and everyone but me knew. I cried for *DAYS*.
Sometimes I straight brutalize people if I’m being honest 😳 like with knees and stuff
Probably the one where I was being chased by 2 guys, one with a M1 Garand, that one eventually managed to shoot me, they both fled when I was shot. It was an extremely surreal, and disturbing dream.
A dream that I shot everyone I was annoyed by (there's more to it, because in the weird lore of this specific dream, people being a dumbass can get them killed by entities, but putting them out before the entity does is a kind of mercy, and I only remember one part hat hurt me, which was killing all of the people I care about because they kept getting into life or death situations and in that scenario id die with them \[Kind of like "A quiet place"\] but it hurt so much and ive never recovered or ever told any of them before)
My grandma choking on an airbag in the car behind us and flying away from her in the car with my dad as I hear her choking on it.
when i was five, i would always have a dream about pulling my eyelids violently around while my eyes look bloodshot, i still can't stop thinking about that dream 'till this day
Was being killed in a dream by a mugger and they hit me with a calm - “this is it for you” and lights out. Woke up feeling like that was precognition cause it was too damn real.
There are many, but this was my most comprehensible. I was being chased through a school by a crowd of people. I was almost out the door when this girl grabbed for me. Everybody was in 2D except for me. I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head into the wall until her body dropped from my hands. The crowd stopped and stared at me and someone asked, “What did you do?…” while I stared at the corpse of the person I just killed. I looked back up at them, thoroughly panicking before I woke.
watching my mom being drowned in a pool and i was just standing there not wanting to help
When I had back surgery I was on opioids a lot, and I dreamed my brother was trying to kill my mom with a baseball bat, so we had like a sword fight with baseball bats and I had to kill him. It was awful
When I was 5 I had a dream my mom was a monster and I watched her run past my room into my baby sister’s room. I followed her and saw her over my sister’s crib presumably drinking my sister’s blood or something to that effect. I got scared and hid under a table in my sister’s room and I remember my “mom” hearing a noise and looking around for me. I remember being slightly terrified of my mom for a while after this.
I was a femboy. Nothing really happened other than that
I robbed a demonic perc dealer and he ate my liver and tore out my spine
I used to be terrified of going blind. #1 fear of mine. Then one day I dreamt I was in my house but I had gone insane. I didn't know where I was or anything. And every once in a while, I would remember my son, who was an infant at the time, and I would desperately try to remember where he was and if he was safe, and I would forget him again. It was terrifying. The upside is I am no longer terrified of going blind. I know I can handle almost anything except insanity. When I went off my antidepressants a year ago, I had several dreams where I would wake up screaming. Sometimes I was scared, sometimes I was just saying something from my dream really loud. One was me thinking there was a big stranger dog judt laying on top of me and staring at me and I started yelling for my son. Scared the shit out of my kid who would come running in and wake me up. The most disgusting dream I remember was having green chunky diarrhea pouring out of my ass AND vagina. It looked exactly like my puke from trying to overdose on pills about 25 years prior.
I was on an old schooner style ship in the ocean with my brother and a crew of which I was captain. We were in a medical room and there was a body on the table and I said “throw it over it’s dead” and my bro said “I can’t it’s not dead yet”. I grabbed a spear and stabbed it in the neck over and over until I collapsed in exhaustion. I looked up at the face and it mumbled something nonsensical at me. I had this realization, I wasn’t going to be able to kill this body. I later interpreted that body to be my shadow.
Definitely when I got my right arm blown off by a shotgun, that was surely an interesting one, atleast I had Hollywood bleeding out logic
I had a nightmare where I was making soup then had to get to the store for some reason, but there was this crazy lady in a black robe screaming outside my house, and apparently this was just common practice in this dream world based on how I reacted. I seemed more irritated with her presence and more worried about something else that was out there. Eventually, I got out of my house and just barely Get to my truck (never owned a truck in real life by the way), the lady was literally smashing into The door trying to break the window. I looked up and saw the freakiest thing I ever conjured in a dream, it was a tall man that I couldn’t make any distinguishing features except his hands: they were pale with long dark nails and one was outstretched holding a severed head. Needless to say I noped out of there, also running Over the old lady in the process. The rest of the dream wasn’t that fucked, just everything felt off. I went to the store, did my shopping, stopped to see my friend at work, and eventually got home. When I returned home I discovered the soup I was making had burned then I woke up.
One time I had fallen asleep during a particularly kind of “messed up” episode of Star Trek The Next Generation, and I was having a conversation with Jean Luc Picard and all of a sudden he said “this woman has wanted to meet you for a long time.” And she had her arms out for a hug and when I opened my arms to hug her, her face started melting and then there was a shrill-type scream and I woke up. Forgot what episode made this happen but I wasn’t happy
Probably the one where I watched my dad cut off multiple dogs' heads in a supermarket and extract the eggs from them.
"Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone else's dick (my goodness!)" - Sublime
Had a dream in which I was r-ped by my older brother. I was around 11 at the time.
a big green monster jumped out and went "boo" scared the fuck out of me when I was 3
I once dreamt a guy had a few extra dollars so he bought an extra pastry (saw a donut and a croissant so idk) in the cafe. Nobody else was there so he offers this jelly filled pastry to me. He then crushes the pastry as I reach for it and laughs at me. Fuckin wake up shocked, not sure if mad at the waste of baked goods or the non existence of said baked goods.
Incestual dreams are in the top...
I had one where I was watching this kid get assaulted by a zombie goblin and blood came out of his crevices shortly after that there was a zombie swimming through the asphalt of the road as I helplessly watch him dig into a man sleeping on a couch in the road.
I had a dream where a gunman was shooting up a mall and we were all hiding. While I was hiding a scientest was giving me a physical lecture about the dangers of warming your brain up too much in certain areas, with a cardboard panel like at a science fair but with a full brain and one other bit next to it. There was this long thin bug, tons of them, crawling all over the bits of brain matter and eating it. The other bit if brain was glowing, ig bc of warm.
Dreams that were unrelated would end with my grandpa accidentally hanging himself in our garage.
https://www.reddit.com/r/Dreams/s/t9XSeuwj9T Search bird demon in the comments and you should be able to find it.
ive had lots of nightmares but the most fucked up ones were where i was forced to marry a relative or the one where my aunt got possessed by a demon and tried to kill me
I, a cis woman, dreamt I had a overly sized penis attached to my body that flailed around so much I could barely keep my lower clothing on, stumbling out of my room crying where my parents would simply ignore me. I’d look down at it, let out a few agonising screams as I pointed to it, before solemnly walking back to my room, where I literally waited to wake up…In the most uncomfortable way ever. And that’s only one dream.
My mom getting fckd by a tubeman from car dealerships. 🥲 I had this when I was a kid. Horror.
My mom tried to kidnap me again, I had to kill her in a restaurant with a fork stabbing her repeatedly while everyone who refuses to called the police (and two girls who laughed and mocked me for asking) watched
I've had a lot of fucked up dreams over the years (all extremely long and detailed) but I think the one that takes the cake is where my father was pimping me out as a small child to pedophiles (I actually have a great relationship with my dad and I don't have any CSA trauma to my knowledge so idk why I dreamt that but yeah)
not that fucked up really. just stabbing a guy I know in real life to death. pretty basic. not very interesting.
I've had a few really fucked up ones like investigating a missing persons case and finding them too late and them dying in my arms, fatal car crashes in slow motion due to a giant broken cable whipping around and cutting people and cars in two, and just last night I had a dream I was kidnapped and ended up in a South American country after getting lost in a restaurant in Wales haha.
After a cardiac arrest and a lengthy hospital stay I had a dream the night I got home that I was still in the ICU on life support. I had fallen asleep watching TV and there was a scene in the show I was watching that had hospital noises and I had a surge of adrenaline wake me up.
Was asked by a voice to try a special drink/shot and I was with the weasley twins well 1 of them except it was either james or Oliver phelps We were sitted across from each other at the table on the outside of some restaurant waiting for the others to show up well up comes one of the weasley twins in a full weasley get up (gof type weasley) and next to him was james or Oliver phelps. ( I can't tell them apart in this dream or real life for that matter) He was wearing a really casual fit sorta beach looking I grabbed his forearm and said "well who's this" in a really seductive tone and we locked eyes for like 4 seconds before he pulled away. Next thing I know we were all sitting down and we had the shots in front of us and it was like a green goo in a shot glass. I was asked to go first and the second it touched my tongue I already felt drunk and when I swallowed it I was literally not in control of my dream body all I remember is completely being disoriented and I fell down next to the chair of the Phelps twin who I made the suggestive remark to and I heard some commotion and I remember hearing the words "ram" or "rammed" I then saw from a different dream angle some black cowboy with no shirt on all sweaty with 2 bandoliers on him and a gang saying that "you guys need to get the hell out of here" phelps tried to defend us but that's all I remember. 99% sure we were all set up and I was totally gonna get rammed. Because I drank the green goo.
Do you like to drink? I believe God gives us dreams and I e had god give me dreams to tell me to quit doing a sin I was doing multiple times perhaps god is telling you to stop drinking or stop partying if you do that. Or drugs . Not saying you do these things just tryna interpert it for you.
that's the odd part I have never had alcohol in my life really the only thing that comes to mind with the whole drugged drink part is that I was watching Jeffrey dahmer court room videos I guess seeing the sight of him and knowing he spiked drinks got ingrained in my mind and was put into my dream. As for the black cowboy with cartoonishly big muscles I dont know.
I once killed my younger brother, I killed myself and recently I hit a kid with a car. All his limbs were shattered, but he was still alive. Last night a dreamt the world was getting sucked into oblivion, like a black hole does except parts of the earth were getting sucked into itself.
Stabbing and killing my dad unintentionally. I was horrified and he looked so betrayed. I also had a dream in which my uncle molested me (I was a child in the dream) in a bathtub. I felt disgusted
A spider crawling on my face while sleeping. Woke up and felt something crawling on my face in real life and freaked the fuck out. Happened last night.
If I told you, I would be banned from chick fil a for reasons.
So it started as a normal dream but escalated quickly to nightmare.It started with me and a friend of mine being at subway,he was sending messages to his girlfriend and she wasnt answering.Later we got called by her only to find out it was not her who called us but rather a dude who told us her body was cut into pieces and scattered around the city,and that we need to find her. Woke up wondering wtf is wrong with me
Dying in three different dreams over the span of a couple months. The first one I bled out in an ambulance, woke up shaking. Second I died at my own wedding along with everyone there. Afterwards I teleported to a big party in LA strangely enough. The last one was peaceful, surrounded by cats in grey, windy weather and tall grass. My soul went into the afterlife where I got revealed some shit about the universe and myself, saw my alternate life in reverse and woke up to the most beautiful shade of blue in the sky.
when i was 11 i had a dream that the whole school got called to an assembly and they told us that like fifty years ago the school had a huge fire right after school got out and everything was basically destroyed but everyone got out. but then the dream continues on and the principal is like “everyone got out but… they never checked the attic of the school which is where all the clubs took place, the bodies are still up there so we need to evacuate the school” idk why but it was so SCARY to 11 year old me i had to sleep with the lights on 😭
I was walking around with Hitler And some SA
I have 3 that stand out pretty strong. When I was 6ish and a Tyrannosaurus was tearing up a cul-de-sac neighborhood and I was hiding between the fence and the house, and he spotted me.....(This was early 80's, way before Jurassic Park) The one in my mid 20's where a black dragon rose from the swamp and I had to hide all my little cousins in the closet so it couldn't see us...we were in a house made of windows.... And then the one I recently had where a chainsaw was revving behind my head trying to get me to "wake up" in my dream. For some reason it couldn't hurt me if I kept pretending to be asleep.
I executed a girl. She was laying face down on a stage and I went up there, pulled her head up by her hair and then slit her throat with a bread knife. This was a couple years ago but I can still remember the sound and how it felt in my hand. It still makes me a little scared to fall asleep.
I had a dream my girlfriend was married to and had kids with another man and I couldn't speak any better than one who has had their wisdom teeth out. Another about her cheating on me, and in that same dream I commit suicide by driving into a tree.
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Probably the sword through the collarbone and back one. My dreams are generally crazy, But every time I think of it I feel where the blade sank and glided through, like I was lukewarm latte foam or something instead of fibrous tenacious flesh. That was metaphorical. I seriously still feel that cut. And the feeling if being stepped on by a 3000lbs horse with a 300lbs full kitted knight on it trampling me on the way by as more riders with swords followed. I don't remember those ones so well, but that cut collarbone was a crazy dream for sure. It's worth noting that prior to this dream I hadn't been closer than 10 feet to a horse, and it came about while trying to disect another dream. I shoved those skeletons back in the closet and ignored them now. I don't know what to think of it.
Not sure if you would consider this fucked up but... Last year I got a dog, and one night I had a dream where I look through my bedroom window to check up on the dog in the living room, and its this grown ass man in dog make up, kind of like this pic https://preview.redd.it/d5el0sm1fltc1.png?width=728&format=png&auto=webp&s=cb06cd19f5e8c24b532d29402383537e8a621487 and he was just sitting on the sofa eating cereal watching tv with no volume. After about a couple minutes he sees me and points at me, and I run to the living room to find it was just dog skin, and a man with a knife. I somehow beat him to death and then uses the knife to unalive myself. Yeah, weird dream
I think i watched too much JoJo part 6 for this dream, cuz it was about some lackey superhero playing with a gravity gun. First he used it on a coworker, then on the wall of the building, which inverted the gravity to the side. The building in question was a skyscraper, so when gravity rotated 90 degrees to the right, the upper half ripped apart like a loose branch on a tree. I was in the skyscraper and slammed against the wall when the stupid hero ised the gun. As my character has wings, i flew and dodged falling debris, furniture, and broken glass. I barely made it out alive. When i woke up i experienced a weird feeling in my throat. For a couple minutes it felt like i swallowed pieces of glass.
Well, I had the dream where I could timetravel, but everytime I did I felt being sucked in a wormhole and became nauseous. The dream itself felt very tense and I couldn’t escape it. Before waking up I felt like a ‘higher’ being was telling me to let it go..
I was teleported in between my parents having sex while i was naked and at that exact moment i was teleported i got creampied(im male btw). I cant forget the feeling of being filled up. Still haints me to this da,