The most horrible dreams?
 

Me and Sophie Turner was investigating a missing Cat case named Sophie, we was asking people questions and we found out that a guy that has history of abusing animals lived just a couple of blocks away.

The most weird part was I started seeing it from the Cat's perspective as the guy was dragging her out from underneath the table and he started making certain remarks that can't be repeated on this Forum but you get what I mean.

What's the most horrible dreams that you've ever had?

A couple of times I've had dreams where there's some kind of predator in the house and during the course of it I dreamt I woke up... and the dream continued. Then when I did wake up, for a second I wasn't sure whether I was actually awake or not.

The one that sticks in my head and left me scared till this day was a dream where I was just stood in the garden and a car pulled up outside my garden and there was a woman in it just staring so I kept walking closer till I got to the window and then all of a sudden I remember just being dragged into my house and when I looked there was just a man and the woman from the far towering over me ready to kill me with kitchen knives.

It doesn't sound that scary on here but I woke up nearly crying I was so scared

I don't remember most mine. Don't think I've ever had one :worry:

One dream I had when I was like ten was that I was being kidnapped and my mum didn't believe me when I was shouting to her. I've never forgotten that.
More recently I had a dream that I shot someone and it was one of those dreams that was so real when I woke up I could hear sirens and was lying in bed trying to come up with a plan to make a getaway and go on the run for about two minutes :laugh2:

Dreams about relatives dying are the worst for me

I have "scary" dreams about zombies and stuff but I enjoy those :laugh:

I used to have recurring nightmares as a kid and it was nearly always the same.

I'm in the living room with my family and I can hear something in the garden but no one else can, and then I hear laughter and see something moving in the window. I tell my family what's happening but they don't react to it I then start to hear scratching against the wall facing the garden and slowly but surely I see claws rip through it until i see a monstrous man's face. I'll shout and scream at my family but they don't pay any attention and the man continues to break down the wall until he's inside the house.

I don't remember what used to happen after that but I can remember that I had quite a bad fear of sleep for a year or two until the nightmares stopped.

Hate dreams like that. Have you ever had one of those dreams when you dream that you're just living a normal day and it ends with you falling asleep and then you wake up knackered and confused it feels like you've barely slept as the dream felt real?

Most of my dreams are like that, it's crazy. :worry:

In reply to the thread, I wouldn't say these dreams are scary or anything but they really messed with my head, basically I have had a few dreams where I was pregnant, went through the pregnancy, gave birth, looked after the baby, really bonded with it and then woke up feeling really confused and of course babyless :worry: hate those dreams because they feel so real

..I think the worst for me is when you feel someone/something in the room with you..it feels so real and you can feel them breathing on you/they're right next to you but you're completely paralysed..you're really conscious of trying to wake yourself up, of trying to move off the bed or something but you just can't move..

..I don't really get those dreams very much anymore but I did quite a lot when I was a child and teenager.../scary..

I used to get these a lot Ammi and they're not dreams apparently....they are actually when your body is asleep but you're brain is overactive. I got them a lot when I went through a period of anxiety and my doctor explained them. They are terrifying.

These are the worst

I had a dream that i was in a sweet shop eating giant marsh mallows. When i woke up my pillows were missing.

Teeth falling out or crumbling away in your mouth and trying to spit out all the little pieces, it's the worst because it feels so real :worry:

i used to have a recurring dream when i was younger, of my parents falling down a whirlpool thing and i couldn't pull them up

i have a lot of dreams about pulling my teeth out lately though, i wake up sweating

There is a connection there
But waking up sweating happens alot.

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I was getting followed by three old ladies. They weren't chasing me, they just kept walking really slowly towards me and no matter how much I ran, they were always behind me. It was tense.

when i was 4 i deampt that i was hiding from a big cartoon wolf in a forest and I thought well i have to do something or he will find me so in a big scary voice i jumped out and shouted to scare him

he just turned round slowly and smiled :omgno:

I woke up terrified and have never forgotten the dream and i can still recall it now, in colour

:worry:

I've had that dream a few times and it always freaks me out because someone once told me its a sign that there's going to be a death in the family.

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I had a LIVING nightmare when I was about 10 years old which I will never forget. This is a TRUE story:

I was playing with some friends in the street outside our crumbling redbrick terraced house. It was a cold and miserable late October night, just a week or so before Bonfire night. The gas lamps in the street spluttered in the drizzle, their feeble glow rendered more anaemic by the fog which was falling quickly - much to we kids delight. It was a dreary night for grown ups, but to us, it was an exciting night, a night for venturing far from home. A night for exploring. A night for mischief.

But, we had all been told by our parents NOT to move from the street because it had been on the news on the radio that a man had escaped from a lunatic asylum some 15 miles from us, and he was not only a 'double murderer' but there had been warnings that he could be in our area.

Oh the imagery this news conjured up in my 10 year old mind. The excitement it caused in me. A double murderer.... looose in our area!

So, just as soon as our house door was closed to the Autumn night, and my mother had disappeared inside it after issuing her warning not to stray - we strayed. We had already resolved to find this 'nutter' and capture him and no lame warning from the grown ups was going to stop us.

There were four of us; Elko and Smiggy, and Squish and me, and we had 2 battery torches, an Halloween lantern lovingly carved from a huge turnip and complete with a new candle, and we had weapons in the form of two catapults and a penknife. But more than this, we had the type of fearlessness borne of childish naivety.

We went on our quest bravely and carelessly we four; Athos, Aramis, Porthos and D'Artagnan, 'Cavaliers' all, in the true sense of the word, and we made our way via the ginnels and dark backstreets onto the pitch-black unlit 'rec'- our local park, where this murderer was sure to be hiding under the raised Cricket Pavilion, for did we not all hide there when we did not want to be found? Where else would he be hiding?

The fog was fast becoming a 'pea-souper' - thick and green - and clouds almost as black as the sky hid the moon as we stood, torches in hand, weapons at the ready, in front of the paint-peeled wooden pavilion. The old building was built some 3 feet off the floor on brick columns and the void beneath it was covered by thick wooden lattice but we kids had long ago fashioned a secret entrance behind some shrubs at the rear, and if we were smart enough to know about it, then surely this grown up nutter was? Oh he was here – we all just....just KNEW it.

We all made our way around the back of the pavilion and scrambled through the dense evergreens which hid the break in the trellising. We entered that mysterious chamber in order of physical size, with Elko first, me second and Squish next and Smiggy last.

The ground was as dry as old bones and partly obscured by dead leaves which were even drier and had been blown under by the wind. We could hear our own heartbeats as loud as drumbeats in the eerie silence, as we crawled deeper inside the belly of the beast – following our torchlights.

And there, in the far corner, we saw it! A pile of old clothes and rags fashioned into a makeshift bed and pillows! But the bed was EMPTY. Scattered on the dusty floor at the side of it were some empty milk bottles – obviously stolen from someone's doorstep. We all closed in on this pile of rags and the stench made us reel back.

Smiggy bravely poked around the old clothes with a silver birch twig which he'd retrieved from the floor, picking them up and holding them aloft on the end of the stick for our inspection, but they were just old rags – nothing which bore labels saying; 'Escaped Lunatic Murderer'.

We all laughed out loud when Smiggy threw a particularly filthy pair of old trousers at Elko, but as the laughter died, we heard another sound – a heart-stopping sound. A perfectly ordinary sound which we had all heard a million times, but here – in this tomb, on this dark, foggy October night, it was a sound which was as alien and unnerving as you would ever want to hear; twigs crunching beneath heavy feet right outside the pavilion. We held our breath, and turned our torches off, as the footsteps gave way to another sound, far more terrifying – heavy breathing through exertion, and the noise of shrubs being negotiated by someone on all fours... entering our chamber.

(To be continued)

after seeing the homeless man under a bridge on a freezing night - he was in my dream - but fear not - it turned out to be a nightmare - and that's why I wanted to help him.

Sometimes I have one where I'm being chased by someone with a knife. I feel so scared, but I'm able to wake up immediately. Is that weird? :conf:

I have always had an illogical fear of being gored by a bull :laugh: I have dreams where I am in a field and I'm running for my life and I reach the fence and I start to climb over, then I wake up, I never know If I truly get away :worry: