When I was 17 or so I took care of an increasingly disabled parent so money was non-existent because she couldn’t work, and we were always staving off foreclosure on our crappy house and having problems with bills. Then I moved into an overpriced apartment when we finally lost the house (and got no money for it but that’s another story). I did sales from home to pay the rent and wasn’t good at it and doing cold-calling when you might get an eviction notice in a few days if you don’t sell something is incredibly stressful, sales by itself puts a knot in most peoples’ stomach. We got two eviction notices at that crappy apartment and barely were able to pay them off. Things have been better for the last year or so, but whenever I had money problems or the rent was about to come due I’d have a nightmare that I was back in my old house living all happy like nothing was wrong and then I realized the rent on my apartment was two months overdue and the mortgage was about to be foreclosed on like I’d just forgotten for a month and it hit me at once and I didn’t know if my stuff would even be in the apartment anymore or whether I’d been evicted. The most horrible panic washed over me, then I’d wake up.
Same nightmare every time.
I’m glad I haven’t had it in a long time now.
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Hmm… I had a dream my dad tried to kill me once. That was pretty scary.
@x_Butterflies_and_Hurricanes_x – I dreamed my sister was trying to kill me once.
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re-occurring dreams that I got orders to go back to Vietnam for another year of war
I dreamed I got stung by a bee..
The worst one I remember involved being chased by zombies, falling off a mountain, and having my foot bitten off by a dragon.I don’t remember many of my dreams anymore.
I had a dream that I could never dream anymore. So I didn’t know if I was dreaming or not.
I came home from middle school to discover that everyone was missing at home. It had that eerie empty tone that homes sometimes do. I stayed in the house alone for hours before the neighbors came to check on me. When they discovered that I’d been alone for hours, they invited me over for dinner.I agreed. They fixed dinner. We sat down for dinner and I looked at my plate. I realized that they were feeding me my family. It was absolutely terrifying.
I think my worst was my experience with sleep paralysis. I’ve had it happen twice in my life.
I dreamed that someone was in my house, possessed by a demon. They looked like the excorsist chick, and they was crawling around the house. I had this weird feeling that I was going to loose my mind if I did not escape right away. I jumped in the car, and took off, but I have no idea where I was going or what I was going to do, I just left. I use to dream that a lot really, before I had ever drove a car. I would wake up and I would feel like I knew how to drive a car.
I had a dream where I couldn’t wake up. It was a trip. I was sleeping toooo much in college and had a weird dream. I woke up and went to tell my roommates about it…I soon realised I hadn’t woken up and was still dreaming. Surreal to know you are dreaming when you are dreaming. When I woke up…I was like..ok I think I am awake now.
That’s really sucky. Reminds me of this “survival scenario” writing I had to do for English a bit ago– you’re the oldest of five kids, your mother is bedridden, your father left, and you have to keep everything in order.
I remember the first nightmare I ever had. I was like four or maybe younger. My father was going to take me for a ride in my mother’s station wagon. She had this old gray Dodge with red vinyl seats that stuck to your legs and we had to put towels on them in the summer because they got so hot. Anyway, in the dream instead of having me sit in the car he made me sit on the top of it. I know I was really young because I was sitting in the booster seat. And we started driving and I kept telling him I was scared but he kept saying it was okay. We got on the highway and then he drove up a hill and then as we were going down the hill I flew out of the booster seat and then I woke up. It’s the only time I remember actually getting out of bed and running into my parents’ room because of a nightmare. I don’t know if it’s the scariest EVER but it must be up there if I still remember it some twenty years later.
My scariest dreams are when there are two of me and one of me is trying to kill the other one. I’ve had it twice. And we know what each other is thinking. I also have dreams about the end of the world. I also have dreams with the dead walking around. Usually from October until late November I dream the most. Or remember my dreams.
Lately, I’ve been a Jew, running from the Nazi’s, and I have to save little Jew babies, or the people in the trains, and the Nazi’s are out to kill me. I’m always running through the woods. (I’m not Jewish either)
That’s awful