Nightmares Anonymous 55
Share your nightmares here!
Hiding mine behind a spoiler in case other anons don't want to see nightmares while scrolling through /b/.
Last night I had a weird dream that there were a bunch of mice in some kind of doll house thing. My parents were there, and I kept breaking the mice's backs. I'd press down on their spine and it'd make this awful fake sounding crunch. My mom told me, "I hate that sound". I did it again, and she told me again that she hates the sound. After that I broke a mouse's skull and my mom asked me why I keep killing the mice, and I felt terribly guilty for what I'd done.
I dreamed I was saving a tiny ginger stray kitten. It was so weak. I was homeless and trying to do something to save it, but it was shrinking in my palms, until it was nothing but a tiny shrimp, slowly shriveling up. I knew I had to bring it to a source of water to rehydrate it, since it was still shrinking and had reached the size of a bean. By chance, I got to view an apartment available for flat sharing, so I ran in there, avoided the residents and snuck into the bathroom. I filled the sink with water and submerged the tiny fetus shrimp. It regained size immediately, but as it grew, it turned out to be a giant isopod (pic related, god what are the odds) instead of the kitten.
I panicked and GTFO, leaving it in the sink. Sorry, almost dream-roomies.
I had a nightmare tonight that I was hosting a room party at a con but hadn't planned anything, so I was trying to get people to pay me for the room at the party and then later realized that aside from totally missing like half the people who came I'd also totally undercharged everyone who had paid me, so either way I'd still be covering like $1,000 of the room myself.
To top it off it was at a "goth" convention and most of the people there were just shitty mall goths who gave me strong furry vibes. A few of my regular convention friends were there including a few people I always feel like I need to impress and they were all bored out of their minds. At the end of the party the annoying people were like "you've gotta do this again next year, I'd come to the convention just for your room party" and I was just thinking "this convention was a mistake"
Tonight's nightmare was about my ex. He kept showing up and I'd tell him to fuck off, but he'd refuse to go away and begging me to help him. A lot of my dream was spent screaming and crying at him that I couldn't help him anymore and trying to run away or hide.
It's left a pit in my stomach all day.
God, this nightmare would feel like shit because one of my exes was really abusive and fucking dangerous.
One of the worst nightmares I ever had was very short. I fell in a whole straight into a bird's nest. When I tried to get up I noticed I was covered by snakes. It was a snake's nest. UGH.
Hole*. Fuck, I can't type for shit today.
Is it normal/healthy to just straight up not experience nightmares?
Throughout my late-teens to early-20's I used to experience terrible ones that would leave me drenched in sweat and clenching my jaw so tightly that I could feel the pain of it in my dreams and had to have a custom mouth shield cast and fitted to wear at night. Slowly, gradually, over the last few years they've just stopped coming.
I know the natural assumption is to think "Oh well your life has probably improved then", but my situation hasn't really changed much at all. I'm still a dour fucker with a negative view of reality, I just don't experience nightmares or even dreams for that matter.
Yeah mine was too.>>61
I mean I don't think nightmare serve a purpose so it's probably fine. I know there are common nightmare conditions that kids have, so I wonder if you developed a childhood condition a little later than usual and then just grew out of it?
Had a dream the other night that a man was trying to come in through my window. Tried really hard to push it shut but he was making it through. Tried to scream but my voice wouldn't work. Woke up literally screaming.
TBH that feeling of fear so great you can't actually scream even though you are telling your body too is the worst feeling in the world.
I get all sorts of disturbing night terrors, but I'll take those over voiceless screaming any night.
I have weird stress dreams lately but last night deffo counts as a nightmare. I dreamt I doxxed dyn from kiwifarms(?!?) but he somehow found out it was me and actually turned up at my house to kill me lmao but we ended up having the sex and then we went to Africa??? And we were in this tourist beach sunbathing when this leopard starts mad running around the beach and it like goes for this guys neck and is throwing him about, mega graphic. Nobody was saving the man and the leopard let go and attacked a woman next to them. I decided enough was enough and like went full MMA hold on this leopard (wtf it wouldn't even work irl) but it was too strong for me so I had to GOUGE THE POOR THINGS EYES OUT to blind it and give everyone an advantage to restrain it. Unfortunately because my brains a fucking dick the pressure of my hands on the leopards skull caused it to smash apart like a watermelon and the leopard was kill. People started cheering and clapping saying I was a hero but I was wailing and throwing up because this leopard was only being a leopard and why were my hands that strong and whisksusuwjw
The nightmare clearly being the people part, no offence to aforementioned chap, he was actually mega fit in the dream fam.
Dynastia from Kiwi Farms 65
I somehow found out this was you. I'm coming to your house right now.
I wouldn't count on this ending in sex and safaris.(YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US)
This is oddly threatening
Lmao Anon I laughed so hard I'm in tears. I dream about random internet people too, hope you're not embarrassed. Kek
pls no I'm too young to die >>67
mate it happens so much. I'll probably have a dream about you tonight smh
I'm looking forward to our sex safari then ;)
Why is the lolcow admin linking you here?
Sage for offtopic
Because they want to humiliate Crystal Cafe users and kill the site. They're afraid of this place.
Dynastia from Kiwi Farms 72
Because somebody's describing their weird autistic sex dreams with me here and that's p funny tbh.
I love this place, but try again. It's a funny post and this site is hardly a secret. If Dreamer-chan feels betrayed, I apologise.
I can't understand why you're posting here instead of concentrating your efforts on cleaning up and moderating your own site though.
Sage for irrelevance.
Come on now.
I doubt the admin of LC has anything against this site, if she did she wouldn't let the thread about it on LC up or wouldn't promote this site on her site and post on it.
Linking a thread about someone to that someone is bound to happen on a public internet site, it most likely held no ill intentions.
1/10 because you got your (You) but that's all.
I'm pretty sure that's not even actually the lc admin right? Isn't it just someone making a joke about that anon's weird sex nightmare?
I'm sure you love this site. That's why you link to it when one of the main purposes of starting a new site was to keep it low-key and free from men trolling the site. So you directly share it with KF users to try and fuck it up in its infancy.
OP here can we keep it on topic please?
I had another nightmare tonight that I was interviewing at Apple only Apple was a military squadron and the interview was a sword duel to the death.
After the duel the interviewer told me I wasn't skilled enough, and my non-technical interview answers were inappropriate. (I kept failing to keep my inner sperglord in check)
The worst part of the nightmare was when I applied to work for Microsoft.
I had a horrible dream once actually where Freddy Kruger was making a bathroom full of underweight girls eat worms from this bucket and then making them sick it up again. This is after he gate crashed a house party, killed everyone and left blood and just the worst gore everywhere, for me to find after brushing my teeth in a locked room. Cryyyy
I cheated in my last relationship and was in a year long abusive relationship from that.
I always have dreams of being shoved in a corner while everyone I know just stare at me with either my ex or my current boyfriend standing in the front looking down at me while they call me dirty words like whore.
Last year I barely got more than 8 hours of sleep a week from being afraid I'd miss my ex messaging me and then getting mad or the nightmares.
I don't get them as bad anymore as I'm happy in my relationship. I grew up having nightmares a lot so I have many other stories.
Sleep good anons!
I'm really sorry to hear that anon. If this was irl I'd beat up your abusive exs for you.
Glad you're happy now <3
I had a nightmare I was stranded on this junkyard-ridden planet with a blood red night sky.
The only denizens that lived on the planet were these towers made of hundreds of mannequins that moved similar to Weeping Angels.
I remember climbing a junk hill while all the while this tower of mannequins slowly broke apart and chased after me. I could barely get anywhere because the junk kept falling out beneath my feet. I remember it very vividly.
My worst nightmare was a few years back and it still creeps me out today.
I was having a party at my last house and the rooms were a little different from how I remembered it; that's how I knew it was a dream. For some reason I was in the bathtub with my sister (we were fully clothed) when we heard someone break into the house then gunshots and then people screaming. I told my sister to hold her breath and pretend we drowned each other in the tub and make it look like a double suicide so the killer doesn't shoot us. When we did so, the shooter came into the bathroom. I heard one shot, then two..then everything went black.
When I came too, I was having a party at the same house. The house looked different but it still resembled my last house. I walked out to the balcony and the guests started panicking. There was a masked man with a bloody knife walking towards my house. Everyone started shuffling trying to find a place to hide. There was a moment of silence then I hear a voice say, "he's heeeree~."
I was so scared I woke up in a cold sweat, I was terrified. I looked around and I was in my current room, nothing was different or out of place and I didn't have that omniscient POV like most of my dreams. I sighed in relief. Then my door creaked open to reveal the masked man with the bloody knife and in a husky voice he says, "I'm back!"
I stopped sleeping for a few days after that. It didn't help that I was having similar nightmares leading up to that one.
I was hanging out with a bunch of strangers at an anime convention and one of them was possessed by an angry and violent reptilian who could clone himself and spread into other people's bodies. I think I had this nightmare because of my anxiety about meeting new people.
I have constant nightmares (as in 99% of my dreams are nightmares) so i got used to them, but yesterday i had a pretty shitty nightmare that actually had me screaming.
I was in a world that was constantly dark, not dark as in "can see a little" but fully black. It was not the void because i could feel objects and my feet touching the ground, as well as having to open doors to move.
I was walking around in pure darkness and would occasionally hear a sound, it would sound like static or a distorted laugh, but obviously couldn't find the source since it was pitch black everywhere.
Suddenly, i felt something brush on my shoulder and a chill on my neck as the distorted static with a mix of a laugh sounded closer and closer. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i could see a distorted white face with black eyes and black mouth smiling widely at me, smile open to extents no living being could ever do. I could only see it from the corner of my eye, whenever i tried to look at it, it would go to the corner, never the center.
The face was completely still, not moving, only smiling at me, looking at me with those black eyes over the pure black darkness surrounding me.
I was getting very scared, i wanted to leave i wanted to scream, but out of my mouth only raspy breaths came out, barely inaudible "helps".
I tried to run, get away from it, but it did not move at any time outside of my vision, sometimes i'd close my eyes hoping it would go away, but then i would hear the laugh and static getting closer and closer.
Suddenly the face dissapeared out of my sight, i was back in pure darkness again, i was relieved until an overwhelming laughs mixed with static sounded all over, suddenly, the distorted white figure was once again on the corner of my eye, only it was moving, slowly getting closer, never changing its expression, i tried to run, it suddenly moved towards me inhumanly fast as the laugh got louder and louder and his dark eyes suddenly started crying blood while his broken smile was unchanging, he caught me.
I woke up after that screaming like crazy, it sucked being in that kind of world for such a long time.
My worse dream happened 3-4 years ago. It was at a time when my depression was really bad and I wanted to die even more than normal, and it was hyper realistic. Basically I was being slowly murdered by a serial killer. I woke up tied to a table in this dirty abandoned building, and this guy in hazard suit appeared with a bunch of knives and shit. I asked him if he was going to kill me and he said yes, and I started crying but I remembered how depressed I was and how I wanted to die, and well, here was death, so I just sort of accepted it and told him to go ahead. He started cutting and stabbing me, and I swear to god it felt real. He was going very slowly to make it as painful as possible, and I just remember being in agony and feeling each slice and stab. I started trying to think about the good things in my life, the things I enjoyed, like my dead family members and pets. I was dying, I should be having a flashback of my life, right? I was being murdered, but I wanted to die on a good note in my head at least. But I couldn't concentrate or really remember anything, and I couldn't muster up any kind of happiness or thankfulness. Eventually I just gave up. The only thought that gave me any sort of comfort was the thought that at least soon all the pain, both physical and mental, would be over shortly. I spent the rest of the dream crying and feeling pain and begging to die.
Of course I don't die, I woke up, and immediately burst into tears. It wasn't over, I had been through all that and I was still alive and still in mental pain. I cried on and off for rest of the day and I was really fucked up for about a week after. To this day I'm incredibly bitter when I remember that dream- I went through all that and was so close to the end and it was just a fucking dream.
My nightmares usually involve somebody I know beating me to death. I don't usually even register them as nightmares, it's like I'm walking just kinda walking around and suddenly my dad starts bashing my head, and I'm like ouch, could you please stop.
Sometimes I wake up cause my body just jerks upwards, and I can't remember anything, just a vague sense of dread. Sometimes im not even fully asleep, it just happens.
i still remember my very first nightmare, because it had such a big effect on me. in it my mom sent me to buy shampoo in the drugstore close to where we lived. while i was there i noticed that one of the beauty attendants (i have no idea if that's actually what they're called) was following me through the store, but was like whatever. she had deep red hair and was very tall and buff, she was pretty and had nice makeup lol. i payed and started my way home and noticed she was still following and i freaked out and started running into some public clinic and cried and asked people to help but no one helped me, and then i felt a blow to the back of my head which really hurt. next thing i know i'm like outside of my body, and looking at the woman who followed me skinning my dismembered body. i was really young and i was inconsolable for days because of this nightmare
I used to have really bad nightmares of my ex before I seeked help. It started in 2013. I have a shitty small apartment where you have a main hallway that leads to the bedrooms that are adjacent from each other. The end of the hall is my living room/dining room/kitchen area. We have a small balcony with railing and sliding glass door.
The point of view would be floating past the railing and looking towards the glass door. He wore brown "oxfords" (weird brand ones that were split fake leather and corduroy?) that would peek underneath by the foot of the door, his body covered with a glare from the sunlight. My body would be hanging from the railing with a noose and bloody from the waist down. I looked so tense and my legs were bent back like I was straining. The actual porch would have something different each night like my cat crushed to death or something else that upset me greatly like a dead fetus. I eventually traded these for just hallucinations of his shoes walking down the hallway towards me. The nightmares leaked into real life. My boyfriend found me one time in the laundry room freaking out because I thought I saw someone that looked like my ex outside the door.
I've been having recurring nightmares that I am being stalked, they are all kind of similar but different. Lately they have gotten more violent and they end up with me getting raped and then murdered and getting my limbs chopped off and put inside drawers, I take the same rout to/from the gym and work so it's pretty scary, the alternate route is even more desolate than my main one.
Last night I dreamt, I woke up alone in a black room without a discernible end or beginning. On the floor at my feet was a pill bottle, I felt a sort of pull, almost instinctual urge to open it. Unable to resist the itching temptation, I popped the lid off and the bottle spewed it’s beady and circular contents outwards, forcing me backwards and flying out of my hands like a deflating balloon as it sporadically jerked every which way. Soon the pills came like a wave out of the bottle, enveloping me, trapping me, drowning me. All the space around me was filled with pills, the pills became as the air, filling every vacuum, forcing themselves down my throat, and as I choked and coughed under the weight of the ballpit of drugs, I felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time, not during movies, not during walks late at night, or even car crashes, complete and utter fear. I began uncontrollably shaking, spasming, like there was some sort of vibration in my chest, and woke up crying.
I was hanging out with a friend, who tells me about a game/contest organised by our college that would take place in a few hours. I agreed to participate, despite not knowing much about it - she refused to offer details.
The game took place in a special area on the outskirts of the city and was based on exploration: we had to go on streets we didn't know and a series of buildings that looked like a labirinth. The first person who reached the end would win the prize.
Unfortunately, only a few people would make it alive in this contest, because there was a "person" assigned to follow us and kill everyone who was too weak or slow. The key was to run as fast as possible, hide if needed, and by the time you reached the end you would be still alive even if you were the 2nd, 3rd etc. person after the winner.
The person was staring at me an I asked "why are you staring?" He said "I've never seen a human like you", in a disgusted tone.
Shortly after the game started, I passed by a girl that was found and killed in the middle of the street. An old woman who was standing there said something like, "God bless her". I started to run faster while he was still focused on the victim so he quickly lost track of me.
I reach the buildings mentioned earlier. Most of them had three rooms on the lower floor, and two staircases, one of each side. I had run in and out of buildings until I arrived to a building with only one door. When I opened the door, there was another one, and another one - the rooms were separated by tiny hallways and spiral staircases.
I finally reached the last room, a dead end. It was quite high and had an extremely small window. I couldn't go back and try a different path because it was too risky. I decided to try and jump anyway, so I broke the window using my feet.
gonna write about this maybe
it sounds cool
I had a dream recently that a past co-worker was arrested and being brought to China (I guess she had committed a crime there?). My old manager asked me to write a nice letter to show her support but I was really struggling what to say since I have never been through anything like it. I was really stressed out over it all and worried what her future was going to be.
I woke up thinking it was real and I was in a really bad mood until I fully woke up and realised it was a dream. Most of my nightmares are like that.
I miss when my nightmares where non sensical. There were were still ones about my fears and paranoias, like or babies and abandonment, but they were still abstract. Like everyone turns into a mannequin or I'm in a corridor full of doors and each door had a new horror. They were a lot more interesting then the ones I have now.
I don't dream but now when I do, it's about the same stuff I'm stressing about in my waking life. They're about which bill do I have to pay and I don't have any money. Or me arguing over my bf about nothing, like we would do anyway if I was wake. Or about how I might be losing my apartment. There's no point in sleeping if it's not going to be an escape.
Had a dream where I was about 4 in my childhood home taking a bath. My mom was there and she grabbed the back of my hair and repeatadly kept forcing my head under water to the point where I almost pass out and the brings my head back up again for air then does it again with pushing my head underwater, all while she is screaming at me.
It felt so vivid and real like an actual memory. I woke up feeling such in shock and fear and it's been a few days and I still feel shook about it. I mean it probably is just a dream and this never happaned in real life but my mom was actually pretty terrible to me and has done physically violent things to me so this isn't too unbelievable.
this was somewhat recently but basically i was in my living room with a sort of boyfriend (in the dream) and my dad told me to look outside. it was the day of an eclipse. me and the bf look outside and the sun/moon appear cartoonish. as soon as they overlap the world sort of just. ended. i felt myself get pushed back but i never landed so i was suspended in the air. all around me all i could see was a dark yellow with light rays. i was holding the bfs hand and just felt my body being compressed. it felt like it was being pulled apart but also being pushed in. i woke up not too long after but since then i’ve not been afraid of death.
I dreamed that I was on a quest and it ended me getting raped by some strange man.
One of the eeriest nightmares i had was when there was a serial killer who was an uncle of a girl (who he had already killed) and was chasing me. I saw a house in the middle of the wood and found out that it was his and the girl's. When i walked in one of the rooms, i'd always see poems on the walls describing the torture the girl received. sometimes, in another room, it'd be a poem about how she was killed. the worst part was in each room, besides having sad poems on the walls was seeing the girl frozen in time, either playing with her dolls or staring at nothing. she had short curly blonde hair and a pink dress and always had a teddy bear with her. The serial killer entered the house and i panicked but the scene changed. Instead of the random serial killer, it was a stranger from back when i was a teenager who forced me to take a picture with him while saying "i wont hurt you" in this one event (this one is true ugh. he also did it to one of my friends) He saw me from the window and started saying things i couldnt understand. I sobbed in fear because i was alone in the house and he's starting to get in. thank god i woke up after that
had a dream where i was a boy who got my house burned down, saw my family getting killed, and was hunted by a hitman. Ran away and feel down a cliff where i landed in the snow.
Eventually i stumbled upon a run down sanctuary filled with people who looked just like me and lived there until the hitman came back, but he got cornered by someone that looks just like him.
woke up after that stand-off, still remember it to this day.
Think Animal Farm, except instead of a pig replacing a farmer it's an army of men, by the billions, replacing a world once taken over by women.
It's all fine up until it turns into the Purge all over again, and rape runs rampant to the point I'm in a large locker room full of piles of dead babies, and there's a machine that sounds like a shredder, which is removing them from unconscious pregnant women. Then amongst them I see one of them is still alive and crying, really loud, when my dream ends with these group of nurses with glocks, led by one who looks like the villain from the 90s Misery movie, who come in and start shooting the babies who might still be alive.
And the last part feels like it's directed by Jason Eisener.
Last night I dreamed I was reading wikipedia, don't remember what the article was but there was a clickthrough link on the word "mo.ids" (yes it was spelled with a period in the middle) I thought it was hilarious so I clicked it expecting it to be a page about moid as a slur but the page was filled with really disgusting pornographic images of men facefucking women, most of them taken from an angle where you couldn't see the women's faces. What you could see of the men's bodies were deformed and featureless, most of them were covered in pustules or scabs like they were horribly diseased. I was disturbed and confused so I clicked away from the page, read the excerpt again and then clicked back on the page. Now it was someone's manifesto they wrote on how they thought men were a plague on the earth, and there was a section with various pictures of men, two of them were literally morgue photos of some man (they were captioned "autopsy"), I scrolled down and there were dozens of photos of some kind of red mass in darkness, it looked like coral or something. I was scared that there would be some really fucked up photos so I stopped scrolling and left the page when all the photos became pictures of flies and maggots on rotting meat.
I woke up feeling like I was gonna vomit
TLDR blog 4 types nightmares:
horror movies: 8/10 bring popcorn
past memory stress: 2/10 unavoidable suppressed memories
internet shock images: 0/10 that's just gross
amazing dream / your reality sucks: 5/10 experienced pleasant things I will never in my waking hours
1. I was hunted by a deinonychus/Jurassic Park velociraptor in multiple dreams. Sometimes I would have jump-awake scares seeing it rush 60mph to me or other times I was able to hide on the floor of my vehicle as it passed by the front windscreen (and Jimmy please turn off the cab light it will see us Jimmy).
2. The cheap B-horror film composed with jumpscares and a pathetic plot: I was 7-8 yo again in my dream and wandered downstairs to find my mother who was in the kitchen looking in some upper cabinetry. When I was directly behind her she turned to stare me in the face revealing black holes where her eyes would have been as well as a gaping black-hole mouth, right out of some poor CGI horror. That one jumped me awake with goosebumps and gave me an uncanny feel about the room for the next 20 minutes.
3. Stalked / abducted / probed by grays: Not much to say here; this fear mostly originated from watching Fire in the Sky too young as a child.
1. Band performances: Throughout all my highschool years (well all time really) I have never been able to sightread. My forte has been learning by ear and memorization. These nightmares have been me showing up to the bandroom to access my instrument and I am late for the concert, not in uniform, and I don't know the music. I have the sheet music but there is no way I am reading it for the 1st time on stage. Also I am the only instrument in my section so there is no one to help cover my part / no one I can listen to live and attempt to mimic.
2. College exams: exact same as above but for some reason I have skipped the class for half the semester and I walk into the exam hoping I know something about w/e the class has been learning. Maybe my dreams are telling me I am a horrible student.
3. ex step father: 1 dream in particular I recall is him manipulating my mother to fly with him to someplace like Chicago to meet some "uncle Prince" that I had never heard of before. He also conned her into paying for the tickets and I knew he was going to kill her while they were away. When she left the room he turned to me and tried to guilt me into forking him over some money. After I awoke I confronted my mother with the dream just in case something like this may have been actually happening.
4. Sleep paralysis: This ranges from the fly crawling on my face to hearing my front door open. After I regained my motor functions, I never found the fly (so fly was probably a dream) but the front door was pushed open. Sleep paralysis is so hard to overcome, especially when you start twitching.
1. Any/all spacedicks: No I do not visit the site but similar to >>1963
when frequenting the unfiltered internet it is only a matter of time before you are subjected to one of these images, or read someones messed up story. I don't think I need to describe these as they are as fun to read as they are to dream. 0/10 would not want to dream of again.
Your-life-could-have-been nightmares aka heartwrenching after I wake up:
1. The one I loved?: I won't go into the details of this dream but I was with someone who I would label as my soulmate and felt a super calming emotion I have yet to experience in my waking hours. The dream ended as we were battling the devil in dragon form and I went in to strike him. Realizing I was not prepared I stopped mid strike to flee. He reached out and pierced my leg, maybe tearing it off. I did not remain asleep to find out. The reason I consider this nightmare in this category is mainly because I consider this topic >>45761 a nightmare. Everything I did not want myself to become is now manifesting real.
2. I belong to you?: Very similar to before, but just a taunting dream giving me a really warm feeling of belonging to someone trustworthy. It was only us 2 by a riverside. Reality becomes my nightmare. Pic related
3. I died: (Reality here) sometime after my father flew out and pulled me out of college I had this dream. I was pulled mainly because he discerned my suicidal condition pretty spot on. I had set a place, time, method about 8 months out but I am digressing here. Dream was me waking up in a foreign bed with a person at the side who told me that I had died. After crying for a brief moment, I accepted my death. It was so easy to be dead. I then walked isolated sea shores with giant stone formations bordering the grassy landscape. I was eternally alone, but my existence was no longer a burden on my supportive family. Have I thanked my family enough for keeping me alive? No, I should get on that. I am a wretch and my own living nightmare.
Thanks for reading my blog. I would apologize for the long post but it felt good to write.
…Let's just say I wasn't too good of a friend to this Japanese guy from 2014 to 2016, so…
In my nightmare, we agree to reenact the belt scene from the ending of the first 50 shades film/book, except I'm stomach down on the bed, and the initial number of whips is multiplied by 10…
…My dream of course ending with him laying the belt on my naked rear and asking if I preferred the belt loose or folded.
A friend of mine built a theme park, I couldn't stop telling him to build bigger doors because otherwise the monkeys would get in.
Right after that, dozen of pic related (but 2meters tall) were running toward us as we were struggling to close the doo
I don't really have nightmares all that often, but one stands out in my mind. I didn't wake up feeling afraid, it was just more of a "what the fuck?" kind of weird.
The strangest dream I've ever had was the one where I was pregnant with a litter of kittens. While I was giving birth to them they were scratching the inside of my vagina with their little claws. It was so painful, and even recalling the dream makes me cross my legs and clench my stomach.
The kittens were cute, though.
repeatedly have nightmares of aborted fetuses. in one i was pregnant and they took the baby from me against my will. in one i held a child and kissed it goodbye, and it died. i woke up crying from that one. i also had a dream i had pitch black eyes. and everyone ran from me and thought i was possesed.
i dreamt i was reading some true crime book or something. it was horribly defaced, partially unbound even. at one point i turned the page and taped over a short paragraph were three photos of what looked like the night stalker grinning. it was a huge jumpscare for me even if it sounds really mundane. forgot to mention it was a library book. i checked to see who had been loaned the book before me, but only my name was signed on the card and it was dated to sometime when i was around 2 or 3.