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It’s 1875, and I was in the exhibit of a circus. I was always a strange child, but my family didn't think much of it until I had started to become a young lady. They became worried, and took me to a doctor. After a good examination, they determined I was “mentally challenged”. They were stunned, and as soon as the town had discovered this, my parents began searching for a way to get rid of me. The shame I would bring onto the family name for having such a curse. They eventually sold me to the circus for a hefty sum of money when I was 12. The circus masters decided to put me in a small cage, no longer than myself, no taller than the average pig. The patrons laughed at me, and threw pebbles at my face to try to get a reaction out of me. The circus workers would poke me with sticks, triggering a meltdown, as I had extreme sensory issues and touching me with that stick made me shriek. If I was behaving too calmly or not bringing that big of a reaction, they would ring bells in my ears to cause me to melt down again. This lasted for months, After about a year, the circus received word from a nice scientist who wanted to buy me from the exhibit. He claimed that he wanted to help me become “a person of society” as he put it. The circus laughed at it, but decided to take him up on the offer, since my exibit was losing popularity. When I met him, he seemed calm and collected. He didn’t treat me like some animal in a show. He treated me like a human of the same worth as him. I liked him. “I’m so sorry for everything that they’ve put you through. this is horrible.” he said, looking around at my exhibit, the place i sadly called home. I began to sob, so loud that one of the workers screamed at me instinctively. “Shut up!” “Do not speak to her that way!” The scientist barked. I crawled over to him and hugged him. He hugged me back. A genuine hug. “Let’s take you home.” He said with an honest smile. We got in his carriage, and rode off to his house. When we got there, he led me into his kitchen. I saw food of all kinds. Fruits, vegetables, strange containers that I didn’t recognize. It was nothing that I had ever seen before, not even back with my parents. There were pots and pans of all different sizes and shapes. “Would you like some food?” He asked. I nodded. He picked up an apple, handed it to me, and watched as I ate it, like he was studying me. This seemed strange, but he was so nice to me that it slipped my mind. “Would you like to see your room?” He said When I finished. I nodded He guided us through many rooms, and led me down an unloved staircase, into the basement. He opened the door, and I immediately froze. There were cages, chairs with chains attached to them, operating tables, and this machine that I couldn’t figure out. It was horrifying As I was starting at all of this, he took the opportunity to grab me. I clawed, bit and scratched. I tried everything, to no avail. He threw me on the surgical table and began to tie my arms and legs to the table.. “Naaaaa!” I tried my best to scream “No”, but had a speech impairment, causing it to come out distorted. He grabbed two wires attached to the machine. I continued to resist. “Na! Naaaa!” I screamed He attached the cord to both sides of my head. “Tell me how bad this hurts, sweetie.” He said with a serious face. A true psychopath. He turned a knob on the machine. It sparked, and the pain of almighty hell zapped from the wires into my brain. “Naaaa!” I screamed. “Not as severe of a response as I would have expected.” He replied and wrote something on a notepad. I was whimpering. “Let’s go a little higher.” “Naaaa! Na! Na!” I screamed He turned the knob once more, and the pain came shooting back, even worse this time. “Na…na…na…” my voice faded out. It was too painful. Everything went black.

…Then, I woke up.

I just had the weirdest nightmare ever..

Do you know how you're not supposed to be able to use phones or anything like that in dreams since your brain doesn't understand them?

In this semi lucid nightmare i was able too, and that's why I'm so confused now..

The rough and short of it is me frantically looking into every file on a co-workers phone after I got a flash of me being upside down and naked in a lake of water without knowing how It happened.

I specifically thought it was this co-worker named A-B who took the picture, and I frantically looked through everything to try and prove it regardless of my hair not being wet, or there being wet towels anywhere in the cabin or anything else to suggest it was actually done recently.

I could freely look through their gallery, recently seen images, recently deleted images, history, and everything else and even saw videos of them they deleted which is why this is so weird to me..

I dont understand why this one was so weird this time..

Last night I dreamt that I was playing some game (forgot what it was, something like fuse ball or poker or something) against two and ended up winning the game. Immediately afterwards some cosmic being stopped time and told me now I have to beat them again at a slightly harder game.

After returning to the bar that we originally were playing at, I noticed the two guys across the way and called out to them to play another game, but that’s when they walked up to me, cuffed my raised arm with a pair of bloody handcuffs to some pipe while the other guy opened a bag, after seeing a torcher device used to cut off people’s fingers along side severed body parts in the bag, I woke up so damn fast I almost fell out of bed.

Sorry if this seems like a long post or if it’s hard to read/understand. This is my first time posting and I felt like I just had to get this out there for my mental health. Also I’m not the best at explaining things or putting it into words. Also I would like to know if anyone else had similar experience to this or if they have any advice as to what this was.

I just woke up from a really bad nightmare (or maybe tons of nightmares) that I don’t really know how to explain or understand what caused it. It felt like I must of had around 100 different ones, most of them feels like I can remember with a little bit of thinking (Although I’m already starting to forget the tiny details). Most of them had similar situations and others were a bit different. A lot of them were dreams where I was being watched or forced into some creepypasta scenario. Like having to hide from something or figure out why this thing is watching/spying on me. These dreams would usually take place in “my” room. I put quotation marks because it didn’t exactly look like my normal room and it was usually a bit different each time. Almost like it was some alternate universe. And usually in the dream I would get really tired so much so that I could only swing my body in the direction I wanted, with my eyes barely opened and my body numbed. This strange entity would get pretty close and watch as I fall into a deep slumber and I would wake up. Or at least I thought I did. A couple minutes later I would find out I’m still in a dream and something similar would happen again. Around a couple more times of this, I would realize I’m in one big dream and become fully conscious trying to escape it. But no matter what, I couldn’t escape it no matter how many times I woke up. It happened dozens of times. My body growing more tired and numb in each dream. Some notable dreams I can still remember is where my leg was completely in half with my muscles exposed. And I started pulling each fiber one after another (almost like a twizzler). Then eventually the whole room almost became muscle like. Another dream I had was were this weird lady followed me around and at one point she turned into some creepypasta like monster. Her eyes all white and mouth elongated. And her previous ages would float above her in a single line, reaching into the sky, all around 1 meter apart. I had to shoot the correct one in order to defeat her. Another memorable dream is where i woke up, again all tired and about to sleep, but this time getting ready for school but when I tried going into the living room, I passed my sister yet she didn’t see me. I tried crying for help but i was invisible and intangible to her. I knew I was in another dream but after seeing someone I finally recognized I thought i could at least try to get help. After that I woke up and woke up for good. It had only been around 2 hours but I felt like I was trapped for weeks maybe months. Each dream felt like a lifetime of memories. Also this entity never spoke or really showed itself but it was in every single dream, watching me. Sometimes I could tell it looked like a normal human, other times it was like some elder litch being or a robot/computer system. And even split into multiple bodies watching all around me. But I can tell that it was all the same entity. I’ve had dreams where I would wake up but not being able to move my body afterwards for a little while but never dreams where I would do the same thing but wake up into another dream dozens of times. I was starting to get scared that I would never wake up.

Hmm… seems like being able to let out my feelings and write this has made me forgot most of what happened. I hope it stays like that and never happens again.

Also I should mention that nightmare occurrences have been happening a lot more in the past year or 2 but never to this extent. Each time getting a little bit worse than the last. Thankfully not every dream is a nightmare. And I don’t have night terror episodes like screaming or flailing my arms around. I usually just wake up, kinda shook and try to calm down my heart beat. And usually afterwards I can either forget it completely or kinda store it in the back of my mind.

I just woke up from a weird an yet scary nightmare I was in a city with my younger sister but weirdly enough I was also a little child for some reason and we were in the city at some old theater and there were alot of people and we were waiting for something some people walked in with someone unconscious it was some lady they said they were going to perform "the ritz" on her idk what that means but I got a bad feeling about it and took my sister out of the place an ran we were walking around the block an somehow ended up back at the theater an we could see in the windows that everyone was dead their skin was almost like wrinkled like there life's were drained from them I looked down an I had a gogurt in my hand idk where it came from my sister took it and put it in her mouth I yanked it from here and yelled "why would you do that that was dangerous" I had this sinking feeling that something was watching us so I took her hand an we ran again I tried a diffent way but somehow ended up back at the theater and this time there was a little girl possessed watching us I looked at my sister and her eyes were not right they were sunken in like she was getting really sick or something we ran away an we came to a cross walk and as we were crossing the street I look behind and that little girl was on top the street light I woke up but had a really unsettling feeling I tried to go back to sleep but u keep seeing that little girl what do you think it means?

So yesterday I randomly had a nightmare. I wasn't staying at my house so i was having trouble sleeping, and having this nightmare certainly didn't help.

Basically, in the nightmare I was living my normal life, everything was okay, except for the fact that my legs were really weird. They were really sensitive, and would randomly start bleeding A LOT. If I, for example, put my hand on top of one of my legs, the place where I put my hand would start to bleed as if it was sweating.

Im kind of sensitive to blood and that kind of stuff, so seeing my leg get red as it started to swear blood made my stomach hurt. The strange thing about this is the fact that it also burned when my legs were 'bleeding.' I remember feeling it burn, despite it being a dream. Im very confused by this.

Although, if I had to come up with an explanation, it would probably be my sensory issues. I shaved my legs recently and clothes feel really weird on them. Maybe it was just my pajamas making me uncomfortable while I slept.

Just wanted to share this because I thought it was interesting. It's not really scary, but at least it was unsettling to me.

I usually turn my nightmares into stories but this one scared me a bit too much. I'm spiritual so that freaked me out more. I'll mention the main plot line.

so the dream started with me waking up in the middle of a room and there was this Japanese old man and he was surrounded by some of his students in a circle. They were counting and hitting their first against their palm in a particular order or something. And I was like bro wtf. So I ask the man wtf is going on and I'm like is this a dream or what cause my real life isn't like this blah blah. I was like maybe I'm dreaming, maybe not, but I probably am. So I kinda knew so maybe lucid dreaming? Anyway I hang around for a while and I eventually get the old man to tell me the name of what they were doing. He seemed reluctant and said the name very quietly. So I asked him to repeat himself. This part I could hear his thoughts for some reason. "If I tell her she'll bother me later" and like for some reason I knew when I heard it that it was in the context when I woke up in my actual life if I did that thing I'd contact+bother him like he'd still exist in my dream when I woke up? He very quietly muttered the name and ig it showed up in letters to me "Kakoykirashito" Or something similar. Then I woke up in what I thought was my normal life. I was telling someone (that I don't know irl I mean like he was my uncle's servant that my brain made up) and I told him that whole story but as I was telling him the name, I was hesitating like "was it 'Kakoyira' or 'kakoykira'" and then yeah I woke up just now ACTUALLY. Scared the shit out of me.

If any parts got confusing, please ask for clarification. I just woke up so I kinda word vomitted lol.

Some moments that made it less scary bcz yes: me getting distracted by hello kitty kitchen appliance in the old man's house and him insulting a country's passport for being weak😭

Had my first nightmare in a long while and this one absolutely terrified me. I’d appreciate if anyone has any idea as to what this means.

It was Thanksgiving day but for some reason it was just my parents and I in a very remote cabin. I’m not entirely how it started but somehow I was cursed (?) or something along those lines by someone on the internet and I ended up being attacked by demons the entire night.

It was really frightening. The house’s lights were completely shut off and I could see out the window dark figures running towards the house. Things with horns coming closer and such. It was as if it was an open fact that I was being attacks by an evil force. I had several people outside protecting me, like medieval knights? I heard screaming and yelling outside, as if my protection was being killed and then the screaming and yelling entered into the cabin. Things started being thrown and the screaming filled my ears. My parents were completely gone and so I was alone. Now I’m not entirely religious, I haven’t been for a while, but it shocked me enough that in my nightmare I legitimately started praying.

It seemed to stop after that. The ending was a bit hazy but I remember coming back to the cabin the next year it seemed like and I felt such a strong sense of fear just from seeing it.

Apologies if the details are a bit fuzzy or not described the best. I just woke up from this just a few minutes ago. It was probably my first nightmare I’ve had in forever and definitely the first nightmare where I was this shocked and frightened by it.

A bit of a long post

Can someone just give me an explanation of what this could be either just to forget about it or try and figure out why my brain done this.

I’ve had dreams/nightmares for the past however many years and I’m exhausted every time I sleep, my mind is consistently busy but I’ve tried everything to meditation and listening to the Quran, sleeping with a cartoon film on. Not using my phone before sleep not eating or drinking caffeine, sleeping in different places and staying over at others, obv not facing any mirrors and I tried online therapy and many more and I’m not even stressed. I’m good during the day lol.

Last night I had a nightmare where I’m in a massive house and as I’m going up the stairs I pass a mirror and I see myself but I’m straight faced and I’m smiling so unsettlingly in the mirror, it freaks me out.

Then on the second floor there’s a huge dog that knows me so it almost tries to bite me but sniffs my hand and recognises me. The dog goes under the stairs and then starts to talk as I’m walking up to the third floor. He says don’t let your brother leave after 7 he must leave before 7.

So I’m creeped out by the fact it spoke then I walk up and see another mirror and I still smile back at myself and I try to scream but nothings coming out and the reflection is just smiling.

It’s stuck on my mind and I’ve had mirror dreams before but this one has absolutely terrified me.

My best friend has nightmares every night. She doesn't tell me what their about. I was just wondering if anyone knew any advice on how to deal with them. Any advice is welcome 🤗

This was the worst and only nightmare i remember having in my life

So basically what happened was it started normal at first inside of my childhood home then i went into my mothers room after the dream started in the living room then i realized i was aang from avatar the last airbender? Or atleast i had his powers then i just used the waterbending powers and then i was meant to walk down into my kitchen when suddenly it was hard to walk but i had to go to my kitchen then a weird biblically accurate angel thing was there and i teleported to a parking lot late at night and had a weird feeling i was being watched and then i saw a dark figure across the parking lot with the only light being a street light about 3 meters infront of me. Then i blinked and it was closer kindof like SCP 173 then i blinked again and it was right infront of me then it grabbed me and i woke up in a panic. The worst part was it was a lucid nightmare halfway through so the emotions were more vivid.

    So this dream started I already had knowledge that I was a vampire and I was a part of a team of vampires. This team was a squad of a military anti terrorism units who were invulnerable and immortal. 

   The team and I entered an apartment building in Louisiana and there were a-lot of just what looked like normal people there. We used guns because we only used our sight, speed, and strength in combat not our fangs or drink blood unless we somehow were injured. I had hypnotic powers given to me by a cursed relic (it was a dumb kazoo) and I had made an entire floor of the apartment complex kill each other. There was a small child hiding in a closet. I didn’t kill her and I tried to explain that her family were terrorists but she was distraught and I didn’t blame her. I told her that she needs to leave on the fire escape very quietly and to try and cover her scent from my team. She went out there and was snatched by the team leader dragged high into the sky and dropped. I just sat there and had to just accept that. After a while I got up and was looking around and found out they were having a meeting, the meeting looked like it was about the government and how it was trying to control the public through strict dystopian law systems and surveillance. The team leader found me and escorted me back to the truck. I didn’t realize they were innocent people trying to revolt against the government. The government was very corrupt but at that time I didn’t realize because we weren’t out and about to enjoy life a-lot or get any outside information . Me and this team just got kill orders and did them and went back into containment. I woke up when they shit the car door.

I am in one of those strange, amorphous mindscapes that I so often encounter while dreaming: a mall or other large commercial location that becomes an entirely different scape with the turning of a corner or egress through a door. Ex: I’m wandering through a mall, turn a corner, then find that I am in the detached garage at my grandparent’s summer home in Goshen, NJ.

Anyway, in my dream last night, I found myself in one of the aforementioned and nebulously defined environments. This time, I am standing in the back of a church basement, making myself a cup of coffee. It’s clear that I am at a 12-Step meeting, with one person up at the front of the room, dressed in casual attire (white t-shirt with a design I either can’t remember or couldn’t make out and, I’m assuming, blue jeans), and telling their story of Experience, Strength, and Hope. Anyone who’s been to an AA meeting will know exactly what I’m talking about. They may not even need to read the rest of the description of my environment to envision a location in which the coming events could take place. As is common for my dreams, I hear speech, but can only make sense of phrasal odds & ends—a word here, half a sentence there. The audience is rapt, hardly daring to blink or breathe for fear of interrupting the vocal spell being cast by the speaker.

I notice that there is an uncommon number of children among the crowd. There are sometimes one or two children, wreaking quiet havoc or playing games on tablets, but in this dream it appears as though as much as fifty percent have their children in tow. This in itself is not particularly alarming, just strange.

The coffee station in the dream AA meeting is no different from the dozens of others I’ve encountered over the past few years. With its large steel electric coffee urn, stack of possibly the smallest Styrofoam cups allowed by Galactic law (roughly half the size of what most adult Americans would consider a normal cup size, and always Styrofoam), one of the foam cups filled with granulated sugar set into hard brown clumps as a result of people stirring their coffee with the ubiquitous plastic spoon then placing it immediately back into the sugar, all set atop a faux wood-grain folding table.

As previously mentioned, I am at the described coffee station, making myself a cup of usually surprisingly good coffee. (F.N.: I have theories as to just why it is that AA meetings typically have above subpar coffee, the most logical being that the coffee urns, receiving no more than a cursory rinse at the end of each meeting, have an effect on the flavor, just as the seasoning of a cast iron skillet or wok effects the flavor of the food cooked in it. But I digress. Again.)

I’ve always been a cream and sugar person. That’s how I experienced coffee for the firt time, and that’s how I’ve consumed it since, with the exception of a period of just a few weeks in my early thirties when I drank it black for no reason more significant than just wanting to try something differently. In my dream, I fill my cup with coffee, add a spoonful of sugar, then go to add some of the non-dairy creamer that’s usually available in one of the foam cups right next to the sugar. Only this time, instead of being filled with a reasonable amount of the whitish powder, it is overflowing, sitting in a pile of the stuff. The cup literally runneth over. For reasons I did not at the time, and still don’t, understand, I find that I am wary of this sight, as one may be wary of a stray dog. There is now not a spoon to be found on or about the table. I look behind the urn, under the table, in my pockets: nothing. But I know that *simply must* add creamer to my coffee. I have no choice in the matter. It must absolutely be done. Not adding creamer to this particular cup of coffee has, in the context of the dream, dire/unknown and therefore possibly life-threatening consequences.

Meanwhile, the bits & bobs I’ve been hearing of the speaker’s story have ceased. A venomous silence has fallen over the room. I turn to investigate, to see what might have prompted this sudden silence, and find that everyone in the church basement is staring at me. Not just the adults; the children are watching, goggle-eyed, as well.A few among the populous whisper to one another while keeping their eyes firmly on me, sopeaking from the corners of their mouths. My anxiety rises several notches.

Although I don’t typically have Lucid Dreams, I become aware that it’s entirely possible that I may be in the midst of a classic Naked-in-Public dream, but when I look down, I am fully clothed. All the same, this does nothing to assuage the steadily mounting fear and trepidation building in my mind and heart. At this point, I can only assume that they are watching and waiting for me to/to see if or how I add the creamer to my coffee. Again, my anxiety increases. It hasn’t yet reached a point of criticality, though I can tell that that’s where it’s headed, based on past experience.

I turn back to the table, cup in hand, even though I distinctly remember leaving it on the table before turning to inspect the crowd. This time, there’s no creamer, non-dairy or otherwise, anywhere in sight. The table is entirely barren, save for a white plastic spoon set parallel to the length of the table. The sight of the empty table is somewhat relieving. It’s as if I’ve been absolved of my creamer-adding duties by some benign beverage-base deity. (F.N.: I have a memory of being told by my father one summer afternoon in my thirteenth or fourteenth year that I was to learn how to use the lawnmower the following morning. I spent the rest of that afternoon/evening in an anxious daze because, at the time, I had something of a phobia of gas-powered machinery. My relief the following morning when I woke up and saw that we were being hit by torrential rains was such that I can still recall that visceral sense of relief in decent detail. My point here is that I experienced a similar breed of relief upon discovering that the coffee creamer had gone missing that I felt back in ‘99/’00 when the lawn mowing lesson had been delayed.)

This is where the serious surreality kicks off. Staring at the suddenly barren table, foam cup in hand, I feel a tug at the back of my shirt. I turn and see a little blonde girl in a blue and white checkered Little Debbie™dress proffering a cardboard pint of Half&Half. Not an eye has wandered from me and my plight. My fear, anxiety, and relief are now melding into an odd pseudo-emotion I am at a complete loss to describe with any accuracy. I turn back to the table, set the cup down on the faux wood surface, twist off the half & half’s plastic cap, and pour a dollop into the black coffee. I reach for the spoon to stir it up. An angry male voice shouts, “*What the hell was THAT*?”

I freeze.

An equally angry female voice then adds, “*Does this guy even know what he’s doing*?”

Stasis intact, I second guess my actions. Did I do that correctly? What did I do wrong here?

More cries of contention arise from the ever watchful crowd, all voicing convictions to the effect that I’ve added the creamer incorrectly and haven’t the foggiest clue as to what I’m doing. The amorphous pseudo-emotion transforms quickly into firm, unalloyed terror. I cannot speak, and therefore can’t counter the crowd’s arguments or defend myself. I look like an idiot. There’s no way I look like anything but a complete ineffectual moron. Confused and beginning to feel the cyclonic swirl of anxiety-induced disorientation, I do the only thing that seems to make any sense.I pour more half & half into my cup, an action met by some positive reactions from the crowd. Cries of “*There you go*,” and, “”*Now we’re talkin’*,” and the like emanate from the crowd like deconstructed atoms from a fissile core. When I stop pouring, the negative comments regarding my creamer-related aptitude resume. There is no no more than a quarter-inch of room left in the cup. If I add much more half & half, I won’t be able to pick up the cup without spilling it, but still the catcalling and ridicule come. The crowd begins to chant (F.N.: One thing I learned from this dream is that hearing large groups of people chanting, whether directed at me or not, prompts a serious phobic reaction in me), but there’s no uniformity in the act, as is the norm for chanting crowds; it sound as if there are different factions within the group calling out their own individual slogans, equating to a maelstrom of indeterminate vocalizations, none of which sound very encouraging. Or, at least, encouraging of anything that made sense to me. Imagine standing in the middle of a stadium filled with people who hate your guts. Each one of them is equipped with a megaphone and ceaselessly spouting personalized vitriol in unison. That is as accurate an approximation as I can convey without divulging (or *indulging*) vast quantities of abstract, nonsensical verbiage.

For some unknown span of characteristically elastic Dream Time, I absorb the barbs, the digs, the slings and arrows; my distressed perplexity mounts ever higher. In an attempt to quell the chaos, I begin pouring more creamer into the cup. Coffee and creamer run over the rim of the cup and onto the tabletop. Instantly, as if some Frankensteinian Lever has been pulled, the chiding ceases and become cheers, encouragement, applause, laughter. The AA attendees are losing their ever-loving minds. *This* is what they’ve wanted from me the whole time, what they’ve been waiting and watching for. I pour and pour, periodically looking over my shoulder at the ecstatic crowd. When the cardboard pint is empty, a man departs briefly from the crowd to clap me on the shoulder, congratulate me, and hand me another carton of creamer. I begin pouring this into the cup as well. The coffee has long since departed the cup, washed away by a tsunami of half & half, leaving behind only specter of pallid beige to evidence its one-time existence. The table and floor are now home to puddles of coffee-laced half & half. I empty a second carton, a third, a fifth (there is no fourth carton—I go straight from number three to number five) all the while the crowd behind me cheers and shouts fervently in support of my actions. I was born for this, made to do this; generations have passed, awaiting my arrival. I am the Pourer of Creamer, a King by my Own Rite. The cosmos begins to deflate around me. I want to drop the creamer and run, but there is no stopping this foretold event. I must pour the creamer, I must not stop. The universe begins to speed up like a VHS tape on Fast-Forward, faster and faster until all that exists, has existed, or ever will exist becomes one uniform blur of light and life and pain and pleasure.

I wake up in reality, covered in sweat and nauseous, where I am forced to run to the bathroom and dry heave for several minutes.

I just a had a terrifying dream / sleep paralysis experience. I was stuck in my dream in which people were chasing me and I was running away desperately, it made complete sense while in the dream, like the whole story and everything, and it was utterly terrifying. I had some allies which were friends from real life and someone I’ve seen on the internet and we were fighting off these enemies. At one point we were all fighting them off and I got an inkling of the idea that maybe this wasn’t a true reality and I could wake up to a peaceful existence, so as they were fighting I stopped and was trying to wake up, which is usually an easy task. But I just couldn’t for some reason it literally felt like I was trapped in this horrible world. Luckily they managed to fight them off successfully and they bought us a little time. One of my allies got mad at me for not helping, he said something to the effective of “what were you doing back there”, I’m not sure what I said back, or what my other allies said after that but I remember we were now in something similar to a public restroom and the enemies were coming again, but this time my allies began to disappear, one by one, as I looked towards them they vanished in an instant. I was left alone. Somehow I sensed that the enemies were near (I saw an image of them coming), although they hadn’t come through the door yet. Then I remembered the inkling of idea I had that this wasn’t the true reality. Just now as I’m writing this I remember something I told my ally that got angry with me, I thought we were in some sort of video game and told him that people design video games for people to have fun, not have a terrifying experience. I think me telling him this actually began the chain reaction of all of them disappearing (maybe they’re other people that were dreaming and that made them realize it was a dream lmao co-op dream), anyway there I was in this public restroom awaiting my ultimate demise, focusing to shift out of this realm. Then all of a sudden I remember the “gift of sight” and opened my eyes in real life for an instant and looked around real quick. Then shut again. I did this a few more times before I was able to keep them open. My mind was still mostly in the dream state, but slowly the memories of reality started coming back to me but I couldn’t move for another 15-20 seconds as my eyes wandered around the room. I tried with all my might to move my body. A few moments later, I took a deep breathe and sat up and in an instant.

Since i was a kid i have been able to pick and choose what types of dreams i have (really hard to explain best way to describe it is like picking a chapter from a game) however recently I’ve been having sleep paralysis, i had one recently where i fell asleep and then i saw this demon looking thing creep out of the wardrobe it was going to his side till it saw me i could hear its thoughts it said “no this one” then rushed over to me and screamed unknown dialect in my ear i had a similar one after this and again i could hear its thoughts it was going to drag me off the bed but instead did the same as the first one and screamed down my ear, ive had hallucinations visual and auditory and one night whilst walking home i heard a man screaming “go quickly” then a woman chirped in screaming “hurry hes coming” This filled me with adrenaline/fear and i ran the rest of the way home.

Ive also had a time where ive stormed out the house after an argument with my partner (it was dark) i live in the country and the backroads are horrible (nobody in sight) i get about 5 minutes away from home and i hear a woman telling me “turn back now” this scared the fuck out of me to be honest, I’ve also wanted a family for sometime but each time had lead to a miscarriage (was 3 weeks each time) i went to bed so distraught and couldn’t stop thinking about how I’m infertile etc i woke up while still asleep if that makes sense almost like sleep paralysis however it wasn’t scary i felt comforted and a hand reached out of my wall above my head (was massively blown out of proportion, not a human hand) and it said to me “oh adam adam…” cant remember much more thats the only thing that stuck but i felt like it was telling me that my time will come when I’m ready, i want to say I’m not religious however after that I’m inclined to believe something is out there.

I want to know what your thoughts are about this and if you think dreams/hallucinations like this are something to be afraid from bc i Don’t know what to think.

I have also had a referral from the doctors and have had an assessment bc i feel like I’m going crazy however they have said its anxiety and low mood, i know this sounds stupid but I’m not an anxious person i never really feel anxious.

Theres got to be a different explanation for these dreams/hallucinations and id like to know what your interpretations are of them thank you.

This one probably sounds boring but I want to tell it anyway, I live in an apartment, a quite tall one (over a 100m tall) and me, my dad and my best friend are in the living room and my dad says " let's go grill some steak on the bbq" so I step out first and for some reason the balcony falls away. I'm holding on by one hand asking my dad for help and he just says " you'll be fine stop being a baby" at this point I'm begging him for help and after a bit I fall it felt so real because I had my fan on and it felt like the air rushing past my face, after about 5 second of falling I hit the ground and I swear I felt it on my back irl. I eventually fell out of bed and hurt my head, I got up and puked in the toilet and then went into my parents bedroom and yell at my dad. But my dad started floating and convulsing after this I start trying to save him and I finally wake up with a sweat and fever.

The dream, or nightmare rather, went as follows. My wife and I have moved into a new house. It's a little small, but it's on a decently sized plot of land. As we're moving in, some service arrives. They inform us they can take us on a hot air balloon ride for completely free. My wife is very excited about the idea and rushes us out the door. As we leave, my female cat gets out. My wife doesn't care much, and I care more about making her happy, so we go. The cat should be fine. We are chauffeured to the balloon, which was pink, but turn around and get a ride back home because we forgot something. We see a deer that is just the shoulders and the head sliding around, almost as if the rest of his body is underground, hidden from view. Grapes grew from his antlers and we could pet him. My wife asks the chauffeur how long the balloon ride goes on for. He responds that it'll run for a few more hours and there's plenty of time for us to grab what we need, despite the fact that the sun was going down. We walk up to the house, it's getting dark. My mother in law, who is here now I suppose, spots my female cat on the roof. She immediately begins taking steps to getting her down when both that female cat, and my male cat, who is also out now I guess, get spooked by something and run off the roof. My mother in law stares towards the back of the property, where two red eyes can be seen looking at us. At me. I spring into action, more angry than scared. I pull car keys out of my pocket and hit the alarm button as I approach these eyes, never breaking eye contact with them. When the lights flash from the car, a woman of vaguely Asian descent is illuminated. She has multiple sets of eyes and a sunken in face. She begins rapidly approaching me. Faster than any human should run. My eyes are now locked with her face whether I like it or not as she keeps getting closer. She speaks something unrecognizable, almost gibberish if it weren't for the speech pattern and cadence, at an alarming rate. From the moment I see her everything goes from dream, to real. I am in danger. I have to get away but I am frozen and she will have me in seconds. My fear pushes it's way through my brain and into my body, causing my sleeping self to begin crying for help. I hear my own voice, slurred in speech, "Helmp mmm. Helllp mme. Hel-". Despite my efforts to scream my barley conscious body is struggling to get it out. But my wife heard my plea, took my hand, and the dream faded. I gain control of myself, my body becomes conscious. I am now left, with nothing but the memory of that thing rapidly approaching, which still gives me goosebumps as I write this. And the undeniable fact that my wife loves me, and my love for her will conquer all. It's worth mentioning, in my dreams, when I expect something to be something, it usually is that. I thought the red eyes were going to be a giant moth. It being a freakish woman with a face covered in eyes was a total shock to me.

I once had a nightmare during a snowstorm. It was during the February 13–17, 2021 North American winter storm. I was in San Antonio when it happened. Constant power outages, and we had to go primal, because our stove was electric, and had to cook our food over a fire. The date doesn’t matter because, well it’s in the name, But enough about that.

The nightmare: I woke up in my bed. It was late at night, and something felt wrong. I didn’t know why, it just did. I got out of bed and searched my house. My sisters, and mom were gone. I ran outside and looked at my area. It was like no one was there. I felt like I was the last person on earth. (Maybe I was) The whole atmosphere just felt unsettling. You know how when you know it’s night time, but looks like the sun hasn’t fully gone down when it’s snowing? It looked like that. Then I just felt the sudden urge to look up at the sky. And that’s when I saw, a giant face. Like, a humanoid being bigger than the planet. But the most scariest part is that I felt like it was looking directly at me. How was it that something bigger than the planet itself was looking directly at me? I must be the size of an atom compared to him. Then, it spoke.

“I have seen past the farthest star. And I have gone to the edges of the earth. I can take you there. If you so choose. I can give you all The things you never knew you wanted. Taste from the tallest chalice. Dine at the largest halls. And all I ask in return, is your soul. Your soul for a chance at a life without pain. Without heartache. All this I can give you and more. Just for your soul.” If all this sounds familiar, it’s from a line from a video by meatcanyon, railroad. I remember seeing it for the first time back then. But that’s when I woke up. Panting. It was the most terrifying nightmare I ever had.

The dream- I was living at my dads (live on my own now) and then I realized last second that I was late for work and panicked because i still had to drop my son off at his gmas, so I leave and while dropping off my son I realize that I’m not gonna make it on time so I say screw it and try to find some ppl to hangout with (would never not go cause of that irl). Anyway I find a little get together at the local park and am then sitting around a camp fire drinking alcohol, I notice the guys start to toss there empty bottles on the ground and I think nothing of it, I am very environmentally conscious so that’s weird enough. Then the next scene I’m chasing someone (maybe my son not sure) through the neighbors houses and I’m entering these houses without permission one after another, this one I get to has some grown man come downstairs right when I’m passing through and he yells at me saying “your gonna pay for this”. Next thing I know I’m walking home and I hear “hey” behind me and I look back to see this girl I dated in 6th grade which was over 15 years ago and she says “let’s hangout it’s been forever” so we go to my moms house for some reason and we’re in my room kissing and talking and my mom busts in the room and hands me her phone, I put it to my ear and it’s an army officer telling me I have to pay $1,000 to the guy who’s house I ran through earlier for mental anguish and for trashing the park, I tell him to buzz off. (Next week I have to pay IRL $1,000 insurance deductible because I hit a tire and put a tiny hole in my bumper). Next thing I hear are sirens surrounding the house and I look out the window and see 3 military Tesla cyber trucks surrounding the front. I start to panic because I remembered the officer telling me that I’m going to prison for 20 years if I don’t pay the fine. So I start to cry and hug my son telling him I love him, next I go to answer the front door to explain that I can pay the 1k but I need time… That’s it, then I woke up in a full on panic attack and roll over to hold my son and started crying. (I never cry). Then decided I should document this for myself and to see if any of you know what it means.

Last time I had sevaral nightmares one after one, teeth falling, frogs, parents turning into monsters, mobile broking, someone coming in, dream paralysis… all of them ended up with me waking up and thinking I was awake and then waking up again over and over again thinking I was really awakem but it kept going, after I just said to myself “oh please just wake up” and I finally could open my eyes in real life.

I’m dreaming real boring real life situations like texting someone, looking at the watch, organizing my room and then waking up and any of that haven’t been done.

Today I dreamed that I had fallen from my bed, that I had organized my room, that I had gone to sleep again, that it was 12 o’ clock and I had got up and then when I went out my bedroom and everything looked uncanny and my parents were monsters again I realized I was inside of a nightmare again and I tried hard to wake up until I finally could and it was 4 a.m. I went to sleep at 3 a.m. so all this shit happened within an hour.

So I forgotten everything but the end part, which is the scariest. So I was in a school cafeteria. Then forgot what I did, which caused me to fling up so fast that I left the earth (I was looking down). When I got some distance between me and the Earth, and gradually moving away, I heard a narrator with a male british voice saying "...How it feels to be sent to the sun" (Not a one to one accurate quote, just what I can remember. Also he said something before the quote but I forgot, so I put in the "...") Then I looked back, and saw that I was very close to the Sun. Like the Sun is very wide and enormous to me. It shocked me a little (I guess??) The color of the Sun was the red color you'd see on some Sun images. Then the Sun turned bright yellow. I immediately panicked, scared, full of dread. And (unimportant detail I guess) a more yellower spot (which either appeared just now or has been there since the color changed, forgot) shaped like a pupil of a snake, looked around. No, it doesn't look at me, just looked around. Then I woke up. Since I woke up I still was so scared about it, I felt this heavy kind of fearful feeling on my chest, and shaking a little bit, probably due to the light of the Sun after its color changed felt super bright.

This is the most consistently reocurrimg nightmare I have experienced. In it I’m in my own house at night trying to turn on the lights, but they dont work. I still get this feeling that the lights are on and that everything is pretty normal, but I cant see almost anything and I cant make it brighter no matter what.

Multiple times in the dream I would stop, feel the walls, look around, stomp my feet, etc, to check if i was dreaming. i said in the dream “theres no way im dreaming, this is way to real, i can feel the walls and floor, and i can say out loud that im fully conscious” i don’t remember having any dreams where i would literally STOP and start to FEEL everything around me to see how real my reality is to see if i was dreaming.

i wish i didnt keep checking to see if i was dreaming DURING my goddamn dream.

“that was terrifying and doesnt make any sense. i have to be dreaming, let me check…. nope, this is real” headass. guess what buddy? it was a dream

It's not really a recurring nightmare, but more of a recurring theme in my nightmares since i was really young I'd say,I think the oldest time I can recall such a nightmare was when i was about seven or eight, I have these nightmares every now and then, maybe every few months give or take,

I had nightmares five nights in a row last week, quite unusual because I have stopped dreaming since quite a few months, maybe because of exhaustion and fatigue

Anyway this is how it always goes down

I'm usually in my home, and I see things moving around on their own, in a way they shouldn't, the chair starts going back and forth against the floor on its own, the lights turn on and off by the tap runs on by itself, and turns back on when i turn it off, buckets turn themself upside down to pour down water, floating in the air,

Usually there's one other person in the house with me, my mom, which makes sense since she's a housewife so she's here all the time, when i notice all the paranormal activities, I try to speak out, but two things happen

a) I am unable to speak, I try to shout but my voice won't come out, there's no pressure on my neck or throat whatsoever but sound just would not come out and I'd start feeling even more scared because the intensity of the activities would keep increasing

b) even if i do manage to get my voice out, which is quite rare, my mom or the other person would not listen to me, or would say that everything is fine and there's nothing to worry about, when i show them what's happening, the activities usually stop or they're unable to see it, maybe they pretend they don't see it

So yeah, any interpretation for this nightmare? Its persistence definitely catches my curiosity

So to start off and give some context , I’ve been having this vivid dream since I was about 8 years old where I’m stuck inside an old farmhouse , and there are these two men who work for an older couple that run the farm , they have a group of kids that they play saw like games with (without the gore and blood) basically you have a five minute timer to hide , and if your found you get brought back to the main room (where I always wake up) I haven’t had this dream in about three years and to give more context I turn 23 next month.

Anyway I went to sleep last night around 1am I was in that same dream again where I’m locked inside that farmhouse it starts with a timer buzzing (initiating the time has started to go hide) me and two other kids, at first I didn’t recognize the dream but I knew what I was doing I need to hide, I come across a picture frame size square in the wall that was irregular colored than the rest of the wall and I knew exactly where I was (I used this same spot when I was a kid having these nightmares and I used to always get away). This time was different when you push in the square on the wall it moves in and to the left, and you can see the foundation of the house. I crawl in the small space and there is another hole on the opposite side that you can hide in covered up , only this time when I uncovered it I wasn’t small enough to fit inside the cubby , so I had to hang from the foundation board a little below the original square I pushed in. (Mind inside the wall is a straight drop unless you crawl across to the other cubby hole, almost like a well or something) as I’m hanging I hear someone push the square in and I think I’m safe so I stay hanging below by my fingertips, well a guy (the runners I call them) looks down directly at me and smiles , says “gotcha!” So I let go. Instant black and I wake up drenched in sweat (I feel like I was there for 6 or more hours but really only slept till 3am)

So after I wake up I got a drink , washed my face and layed back down thinking. No way I can get another nightmare again right.? Wrong. After I fell back asleep I’m at THE SAME PLACE only this time I can finally put a face to the older man and woman that run the place, they congratulate me on finally doing what I needed to (mind you as a kid I always got away with hiding) never had to OMS in order to get away. Well I’m thinking okay cool it’s over , wrong again they tell me this time I can go outside but like before I have a timer before the runners come to find me. This is when I find out it’s a farmland , the timer buzzes I run out the front screen door to a giant acerage filled with vehicles scattered around the property (all running) , me being the truck guy I am I choose the white dodge dually . Keep in mind they see everything I do or know for some reason and when the old couple talks it’s like over a PA system. Well as soon as I get in the truck I hear the old man chuckle and say there’s a trailer attached with over 10k pounds loaded on the back , regardless I put it in gear and dumped the clutch on the old dually. Getting no traction (in grassland) I held the throttle pinned just hoping to get somewhere far away. I was slipping and sliding all around the property, by the time I found an actual dirt road (what I’m assuming to be the way out) I floor it down the road thinking I’m free at last , as I’m passing the farmhouse I came out of , the old couple is standing in front of my path , I’m doing a cool 55-60 mph down this dirt road. And the good in me didn’t want to harm anyway so I slammed the brakes, trailer causes the truck to be thrown sideways and I total it out into a tree. I crawl out unscathed but exhausted only to see the old couple had vanished almost like a ghost in the wind , nowhere to be found. I hear the buzzer buzz again (runners are let out) so I run on foot down this dirt path towards a barn in the near distance. I see another truck and trailer but this time instead of trying to drive it I hid underneath the trailer. The runner is full sprinting toward my direction and I’m certain he saw me , as soon as he nears I get up and try taking off. BOOM I’m tackled. He says “I didn’t even see you bro you should have stayed there” I’m pleading with him to not take me back inside that I had been there for years on this same repeat mission , the guys sits me down on the grass by the trailer I was hiding under and tells me he himself has been here (in dreamworld) since he was a kid and he had only just become a runner not long ago. That he had to find out the answer in order to not be the kid hiding anymore. He tells me his age , 23. I’m blown away bc I turn 23 next month. I plead with him on what the couple wants from me and he tells me the answer is within that he cannot give it to me bc we all have different ones. We have been talking for maybe ten fifteen minutes now. Another buzzer.. wich means another runner is sent out , he finds us and sees us talking and tell us it’s time to go back. The first runner tells him about our convo and it draws the attention of runner #2. Runner #2 tells his side saying how he is 26 and has been in the same scenario as us since he was a kid , explains he has a whole life outside this dream and it only happens every so often. He tells me not to worry and that it will be over soon , and to trust my gut decisions while there. Even if I’m caught I will learn something new each time he says. We have a drink before going back up to the house and while talking and drinking you hear the old man yell , angrily over the loud PA. “where are my runners” “and where is the boy”. Both runners nod at eachother and tell me it’s time to go back, I stopped for a second and said this feels to real like I feel like I’ve been here for two days, and as I finished my sentence boom I wake up. 5:15 am I was sleep for 2 hours 15 mins. But it felt like an eternity. I wake up doused in my own sweat again. I had fallen asleep with my gf on FaceTime and she had happened to be away while I was dreaming she said I was pleading with someone , and moving a lot.

I know this is a lot to read and idk if it’ll ever get read by anyone tbh, but I just want some kind of explanation on why I have had the dream being inside since a kid and now , I’m let out why did it change. And what do I need to figure out in my own like the runners kept repeating to me ? Thanks for listening and have a great one❤️

6:17 am gonna take a shower lol and maybe try to get another hour of sleep in.

it's the middle of the night and i just woke up from this so excuse how badly this is probably written. i dont know how to word this but ill try my best. i keep having these nightmares the second i fall asleep. im scared to lay my head down on my bed at night because when i start falling asleep i start feeling like something is pulling me into a nightmare. ive tried searching up what it could mean but all i get is "feel like im getting pulled out of bed". i dont feel that. i feel something pulling me IN. like something forces me asleep into this nightmare ill remember when i wake up. its like a lucid dream where im aware im in a dream but i cant change it or get myself to wake up. sometimes it feels like sleep paralysis but theres always that feeling of dread when im falling alseep before it happens. like it could either be a nightmare or sleep paralysis that my body pulls me into but i never know. it happens multiple times every night. i start screaming to wake myself up but i just puff out air until eventually i wake up with a loud yell. but within seconds im pulled back into it. its like when i wake up i HAVE to get up because in half a second i will go back into a nightmare again. i usually dont get up in time tho, so it's a good three to four horrible hours of in and out of nightmares before i get up and go sleep in my moms bed with her. this only happens when im sleeping alone in my own bed. its never happened when ive slept over at friends' houses, my moms bed, or even at a random motel i went to with a stranger after a night out. why does this only happen to me in the place i should feel the most safe and comfortable, help.

This is the 2nd time I dreamt about this.

I just woke up right now and am still scared. It's the same scenario.

A doppelganger wants to kill me. One thing that makes him different is that his physical appearance is a little bit distorted. He walks slowly like a zombie and can trace my location wherever I go. Until I realized that he only wants to harm me at night, but he always comes back as a normal one in the morning.

In my first dream, I tangled my doppelganger with a rope during a night, and he acts like a zombie who wants to kill me, but his force is too weak to grab me.

Please help me. I'm worried, as this is not the first time I dreamt about this. The last one is a few weeks ago, and today is the latest one.

What could this mean?

I don't usually dream, by that I mean like I haven't had a dream in at least a year; until this week. every night I've had a nightmare something that'd wake me up in utter shambles trying to calm myself, the only thing I can think that might be causing this is ive been sick with a cold. but just in case it isn't just that anyone got tips on getting rid of the constant nightmares?

Hi, im a 16 year old girl. I started having these very VERY different kinda of nightmares since I was 15.

In these dreams I am half awake but half dreaming. The last time was really scary for me, if i opened one of my eyes i could see my room and when i opened the other i could see the dream but if i had the both of my eyes open i could only see the dream.

Tonight, I thought that I was dying or something like that, i couldn’t fall asleep so i was on my phone till almost 2 AM, ( i always listen to music to help me fall asleep btw ), i dont remember much from this nightmare but just the end. I realised i was having one of these nightmares because i couldn’t move fully? idk how to explain it. When it first started i couldn’t move AT ALL, but over time i have learned in these nightmares how to move my head, wiggle my legs but i still have a problem with moving my hands. In the nightmare i was reaching out to my phone to change a song because i didn’t like it and then my arm stopped moving like it stopped in time, i had difficulty breathing and was just scared overall. This nightmare was particularly scary because i forgot to turn on my lamp or my TV for light. I was switching in and out of consciousness and desperately trying to turn on the lamp which is on my bedside table. And that mf only made a clicking sound but with NO LIGHT. i started calling out to my mom loud but over a period of seconds my voice started going away and i couldn’t breathe, i was struggling to breathe. i had to calm myself down in the nightmare while still trying to turn on the light. The only thing i was thinking about was what if i falled into a coma or something like that and my brain is running out of oxygen and these are my last moments.

as you can clearly tell, i woke up. (and im so glad i did)

I dont know why this started and im scared of telling this to anyone around me because they would think im crazy.

It always happens around 1 AM to 4 AM if that helps with anything. also i dont use any drxgs or nicotine.

At this point im just desperate for answers or just any help, idk if im posting this to the right forum or what its called im sorry. also english is not my first language.

I’ve been having dreams about a baby crying for some days now and I’m not sure if it’s even a dream or I’m actually awake but as much as I’ve checked there’s no kid in my neighborhood who’s been crying at night. If anyone knows anything then please let me know. Thanks!