I just had this dream, all I remember is that somehow I was flying towards the moon, and there was this giant yellow red glazed over eye in the moons rock. And its eyelashes were also stiches that held the eye open. and above the eye (which just stared at you...It was creepy) there was a table and two chairs and I flew down into one. And there was some other person who's left eye looked exactly like the eye in the moon and above it was a table and two chairs.

[[Hellscourge This troper] had just recently a nightmare that somehow meshed together Jurassic Park, your Standard Happy Disney Family movie with Talking animals and a sort of Resident Evil thing. To sum it up, dinosaurs were pets for the people and everything was good until a virus turned them all into flesh eating monsters that could talk. A special Unit was called in to depose of the Matriarch of them because once the Matriarch is dead they all would vanish as well. However there was one oddball, owned by this troper, who resisted the virus and tried to help. Eventually the Matriarch was dead, so was most of the team with only me and my pet surviving.. as it starts to die as well.. The skin starts to shriuvel and the flesh rots while the poor thing was fully consciouss and screaming for its Mommy, which lay bitten in half besides it. This troper woke up afterwards and just stared at the wall for twenty minutes traight, unable to get back to sleep.

This troper has had some pretty vivid nightmares in the past, and he remembers them fully. Worse than the typical horror story nightmares though, this troper will have {{Adult Fear}}-style dreams, where the situations are highly believable and also crushingly horrible (Think of missing an exam completely or having your girlfriend constantly cheating on you but not caring at all how much it hurts you). Oh, and did I mention that this troper's recent bout of nightmares have been going on for THIRTY DAYS STRAIGHT, with more than one occurring per night]]? I feel awesome right now.

This troper is a magnet for Nightmare Dreams. The most frequently recurring ones involve an evil train trying to kill everyone, which were so darn awesome she's actually planning to film a horror movie about it with some friends. And then there was the dream that involved playing a game in a Cathedral that was the very definition of {{Bizarrchitecture}}, which was basically Manhunt... in the dark... with serial killers. And it was strangely fun.

I once had a dream were I was running from someone on foot, turns out it was Brendan Corbett. He was suprisingly accurate with {{Guns Akimbo}}. Wound up gunning Me down :(

This troper once had a nightmare where he had to work his way through a tenement high-rise apartment building (don't remember why) and in one room he came across an entire legion of cat-sized rats. Considering that in real life I'm scared of rats to the point of physical paralysis, it was outright frightening...and it didn't help that I'd heard of the horror novel ''Graveyard Shift'' and had watched the movie ''Willard'' some time previously...

Additionally, many years earlier, I had a dream where a rat was eating me. I screamed out to two kids (dressed in American 1930's attire for some reason) to help me, but they just pointed and laughed at me. Then I cried out to my cat, who was ''right there,'' but he just looked at me and walked off. And the rat was continuing to feast away on my immobile body...

This troper has many nightmares, and has gotten used to them. There are a few though that are really bad. There was the one where I got murdered by a man in the desert, sacrificing my to his god. The ritual consisted of mutilating his victim. I'll save you the gory details. Then there was the dream where a psycho killer was killing a bunch of people for fun. He started by killing their animals to get the fear in them. Dead goldfish are one thing, but what he did to my dog... I have no idea where that vision came from, I just never want to see that again.

I have had many MANY nightmare, but this is the most recent one I've had so I wrote a short story about it (copy pasta). It IS TroperTales, right? #QUOTE#I awoke inside a classroom sitting at a plastic coated desk with a feeling of pure silence sitting on the air as it gently floated past the tip of my nose. The door to the far right was open the glass shattered,below it the wood stood cracked and decrepit. Every wall was seemingly tinted a bluish green that nearly gave the room a haunted house feeling. #QUOTE#By no action of my own I emerged from my seat to peer out of a jutting rugged hole in the back of the classroom wall. Overhead was a black sky with red clouds looming over the horizon in a menacing manner. Without warning a giant explosion zoomed up from the ground with mushroom cloud like spores bouncing off the top and into the surrounding red clouds. #QUOTE#I slowly watched in horror as the resulting smoke raced like a long beach wave towards the classroom. Once again as if being controlled by somebody else I walked back to my now brown chair which seemed out of place in this odd world my mind had painted for me with only the colors of green,black,red plus every color in a nuclear explosion. #QUOTE#My unrecognizable teacher seemed awestruck at the sight behind us. When he finally gained the words to speak they were clean and in full flow. "I hope you're not too attached to your life kiddies because you're all about to lose them in a few seconds!" Those words seemed to be all he had to say to the class. #QUOTE#Reveling in the truth of his words I slouched back into my chair. I seemed to have gained control over my actions once more but was too tired,lazy,fearful,and carefree to bother doing anything else. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about being simply nothing, this depressing thought process sent extreme pains of fear and excitement to clash around in my brain for the mere 20 seconds left that would seem impossible to get through. #QUOTE#I watched as my vision slowly turned to a mix of pure black and white with a thin slide of the red clouds seeping through the shroud. #QUOTE#My sense of reality faded with the white noise of dust echoing through the wind in the background.

This troper has had many nightmares, but the Bladed Man was the worst. The "person", if you could call it that, had blades sticking out of his flesh all over his arms and chest, oozing blood, simultaneously torturing him and providing him with weapons to go after the dreamer. It had a gleeful grin on its face, and cheerful elevator music played in the background as it twirled its arms. The dream woke the troper up in under a second, and it took a LONG while to get back to sleep.

If this troper ever writes a book The Bladed Man will be TheDragon

This troper rarely has dreams he can remember after waking... but those few that stick with him are '''weird'''. The most memorable ones tend to start out like everyday life, such that it's not obviously a dream. Then they suddenly become lucid dreams, where I realize that it's a dream and I can do whatever I want, since it's not real. Then things go downhill: such as randomly-colored circus animals appearing in the streets, and a nuke going off, mushroom cloud and all. This may be why this troper's dreams of late rarely stick in his mind: unconscious memory editing.

This troper is a lucid dreamer whose nightmares are sentient. One example: "You're a nasty dream, and I'm not going to put up with you any more. In a moment I am going to force myself awake and this dream will end - and you'll go with it. I'll get up, walk around, do something to distract myself and get you out of my head. Then, when I go back to sleep, I'll dream of something else." My nightmare grins malevolently and assures me that the moment I fall asleep again he will be waiting for me, ready to resume tormenting me. I woke up, stayed awake all night, and the next evening I fell asleep after completely forgetting about him. As promised, he was there, waiting for me. He even asked if I'd enjoyed my day.

Hillary Clinton... acting as a deranged Santa Claus, hauling a black garbage bag filled with maggots...as strange two legged lizard bird things that climb on walls and ceilings rip apart and scavenge dead bodies littering the landscape.

What. The. Flying. Fuck. I think you seriously need to cut down on those pudding pops before bed.

This troper's dreams are so bizarre that he became used to a wide variety of NightmareFuel as a child and is no longer bothered by it (even when it's not FetishFuel). When he ''does'' have actual nightmares they're either terrifying enough for a horror movie (being frozen to a raft floating through an icy hellscape) or of the MindScrew variety (a lucid dream was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of some children who were outside his control--and claimed to be from "outside").

This troper plays with a lot of ideas for Superhero books he wants to write. Some of the best bad guys come straight from this troper's "nightmares". His most recent find was a cross between Hannibal Lecter and ''TheIncredibleHulk''.

"You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry."?

After watching Akira, I lived through some horrors in dreams, including having tentacles erupt from my back and then blood bursting from my veins. I then awoke to find my ex in bed next to me...her eyes popped out, and my hands turned to claws ripping through her chest. I woke up again. The next day, I had another nightmare. This time, I was melting, and everything I touched melted immediately, the eyes rolling on the floor before popping violently. In another dream, my sisters eyes turned to fire and she tried to strangle me. Then things turned REALLY damn weird, and a few of my friends started saying things they had said in dreams of my future. That night, I was "visited" by my dead grandma's intestines, which yelled at me that I had eaten the rest of grandma, and they wanted to rip me open to get the rest out. And then the tentacles ripped out and my mouth was forced open extra wide like a snake's and the tentacles force fed me the walking intestines. The next night was a dream so bad I shudder even now.

This troper has some bloody surreal dreams - but its the most straightforward ones that are the scariest. The best example is of one in which his grandfather visited and brought a large bag (the troper was about 7), and dumped it in the hall. In the middle of the night, the bag ripped open, and a group of pitbull terriers moved from room to room, tearing to shreds his grandfather, sister and parents. He hid under the sheets as he heard them enter his room, and then (very stupidly) pulled down the sheets. He woke up as a pitbull, standing right over him, ''roared and started eating his face''. This troper now has an irrational fear of pitbulls.

This troper remembers a truly terrifying dream, in which he get chased by werewolves. Yes, they are INSANELY faster than he is (he's not the world's fastest runner to begin with), and begin to claw him up. Now this wasn't the horrifying part: When he woke up, there were CLAW MARKS ON HIS STOMACH AS WELL AS HIS BACK!!! Now he could (Kinda) explain the ones on his stomach, but on his back!?!?! To this day, he still can't figure this out.

This troper remembers being six or seven, when her favorite shows were all the Scooby-Doo ones. She had a dream where she was one of Scooby's cousins, and it started out fine and dandy- typical case, Vampire terrorizing a town, already did the split-up-and-get-chased thing, and then it was night. For some reason, she and the gang were in a forest clearing around a campfire, but the ground was all sand. Suddenly, the others started dropping through quicksand-holes. First Freddy, then Velma, Daphne, Scoob, and Shaggy. Finally, when she sank through, it was into a black pit- sort of like a well, if it's deep enough. Then, the Vampire turned out to be real, because it appeared out of nowhere and was about to bite her head OFF- not just nip her neck- when she woke. Put her off watching anything related to Scooby-Doo for a year or so. She partially blames her brother getting her to watch the Hellsing anime just a few weeks before.

This troper's earliest remembered nightmare actually has a bit of backstory behind it; he had this WinnieThePooh toy as a child that was one of those ring-stacking things, and, when all of the rings were stacked onto the cone on Pooh's belly, the Pooh theme song would play from some tinny internal speaker. Anyway, this troper dreamed that it was in the middle of the night, and the Pooh toy was sitting on the floor directly in front of me... then it turned its head to look directly at me and gained GlowingEyesOfDoom. This troper then ordered his parents to scatter all the pieces of the toy around the house, for fear that, should nothing be done, the nightmares would resume.

A similar, but more inexplicable and a lot more hilarious, dream involved a six-foot-tall Spot (the dog from the kids' books and cartoon), also with GlowingEyesOfDoom, entered my room and gave me dagger-stares. Then, if memory serves, he headbutted me in the stomach. Hard. Then the camera then zoomed in on his head as a "heartbeat"-style pattern of notes played, the background turning into an African savanna. The real hilarity kicks in when you know that the first - and only - words out of my mouth in the dream were "Spot! You're real!".

A more recent example would be the time I saw an animated .GIF file of a Subspace Emissary-type cutscene involving {{Kirby}} and a Torchic running up to the top of a mountain, where Dyna Blade flew down to attack them. The thing is, I knew that something was up with the dream - and sonofagun, Dyna Blade emitted a noisy train whistle and flew out of the computer monitor. The chair disappeared from beneath me and I fell to the floor in slow-motion whereupon I woke up.

And ''yet another'' exampla - one dream involved a "link repository" on the internet with various links to different sides. My sister had a friend over, and clicked on one... and were linked to a page with a color-shifting picture of some grotesque image. A few seconds after the picture loaded, this ''hideously loud and soul-destroying'' scream loaded as well - think Marx Soul, except worse. The sister and friend were, needless to say, freaked out.

But the single worst nightmare I've ever had was one that took place last night, as of this writing, even despite the fact that it took place in the {{Pokémon}} world (although even Pokémon isn't always sunshine and rainbows...). I was leading this suspicious-looking caped man into a Pokémon League building (presumably the one at the Indigo Plateau), and after we were both inside, I turned to him with a cheery "well, here we are!" He said nothing, but walked out a doorway into a parking lot, seperate from the doors we entered through. I ran after him, but he appeared to have vanished, so I walked to my car and sat around to wait for... something. I don't really remember what.

Anyway, shortly afterwards, this horrible beeping noise started to blare out of nowhere. Putting two and two together, I figured that the caped dude had planted a bomb somewhere, and that if I didn't get out as fast as I could, well... So I immediately opened the door to my car and started running away from the league building as quickly as possible as the beeping grew louder and more urgent. I had gotten to a safe distance about two seconds before the bomb went off. Which was just enough time to turn around and see ''the entire Indigo League building collapse into a huge crater'', presumably killing everyone inside (many of whom were children, from what I saw). Fortunately, the whole thing shortly after. (Maybe I'm making this seem less horrifying than it really was, but despite the setting, it was incredibly realistic and traumatizing...)

This troper had a weird nightmare in which she stood in front of a mirror, and methodically started to rip her own teeth out in all the bloody glory.

This troper has plenty of Squicky nightmares. Most of which have transformation scenes in them. One of which was kind of a combined spoof of ''The Exorcist'' and ''Ghostbusters'', in it he recalls being in a movie theatre watching some sort of really bad horror movie just like in ''Mystery Science Theatre 3000'' including sitting right next to Mike and the bots, halfway through the movie he notices that there's a guy that looks, acts and sounds suspiciously like the late great comedian John Candy and has a weird bluey green glow around him- turns out that he IS John Candy- it was him in ghost form, so he goes up to John's ghost and confronts him, but then John's ghost flies around the entire theatre causing mischief and it's up to him, Mike and the bots to stop him. They go ghost hunting, and for a while it turns out okay but then John's ghost possessess him which causes him to slowly change into John Candy himself. Then there's one part at the beginning that has a black symbiote-like blob crawling along the wall. The blob then transforms into a snakemonster and almost tries to eat Crow and Tom Servo.

This troper used to dream about being trapped underwater and not able to come up for air. Horrible, truly horrible.

This troper had the same dream...but in a giant ball pit! Surprisingly, he never got scared of ball pits.

Bazinga!

Almost all of this troper's dreams are NightmareDreams. Highlights include a talking rabbit that sang in an Audrey II-esque voice to its horrified mistress while wearing a Minnie Mouse dress, a much-courted young woman being forced to transform into various monsters (a wolf-person, a GiantSpider, etc.) so that she could devour her suitors and take their money, being chained to a vertical underwater landmass and fainting at the sight of tentacles headed her way, talking to a crowd of space aliens in a virtually empty cinema and then leaving to find herself in rural California, and communicating with a Cthulhu plushie through a dusty old book a la ''Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets''. This last dream also involved a GenderBender and an abandoned castle.

This troper often forgets dreams, but most of the ones he doesn't tend to be unpleasant. In one, he woke up after imagining that he was somehow seeing himself move from outside his body and proceeded to go to his father's room for support, only to find that he was ''dead''. And, ''then'', he woke up. False awakenings are great at making bad dreams worse.

This troper has lucid dreams every now and then. While normally fun, his most recent one involved a gigantic mutated tarantula. Despite the fact that he could control everything else about the dream, the tarantula was acting completely on his own. After unsuccessfully trying to wake up, he found himself running in sheer, absolute terror as the tarantula attempted to devour him.

This troper's dreams AND nightmares constantly elude her in the morning (probably a good thing) but she's been permanently psychologically scarred by one in which she learned Miley Cyrus was to play Wolfsbane of the X-Men in an upcoming X-Men movie. Did she mention that Wolfsbane is ''supposed'' to be a red-haired Scottish girl? And that any Disney Channel actor appearing in an X-Men film would cause her to boycott it immediately, no questions asked?

Well, seeing as Disney has recently bought out Marvel... does this qualify as HilariousInHindsight?

This troper had a dream only last night which started off (as this troper's dreams often do) as a bizarre mishmash of nonsense, culminating with the realization that he could control what happened in the Bugs Bunny cartoon he was watching. After tormenting Bugs for a while (the last thing, also the only thing still lurking in memory, was dropping Bugs off a cliff - and on landing, springing a Tazmanian-Devil-like beast on him), Bugs finally had enough, and with an enraged, insane expression, rushed up to the screen and started ''pounding on the glass, causing it to crack and splinter.'' The dream ended before Bugs could break through, but this troper woke up and could not return to sleep. (He has a recurring phobia of cartoons that look directly at the viewer, and this obviously did not help.)

This troper dreamed she kept exotic insects and other buggy things in glass cases in her room, such as giant cockroaches. A recent acquisition was a three foot long red centipede. She locked its case and went to bed... Then awoke in the dream to find the case empty. She turned around and saw half of the centipede's mangled corpse tangled in the sheets. And let's not forget a dream several years ago, where she discovered that the stepfather and baby stepbrother of an old friend were shot to bits in an airport. And a recent one where she watched an exploitation film of a baby being fattened up and eaten alive, its killer crooning gently to it the entire time.

This troper often has dreams that are just plain bizarre - she gets vaguely disturbed when they aren't - but the few flat out nightmares she can remember involved zombies hidden in trees, a tree made of poisonous gummi lips (this first she susperstitiously blamed on not having her favourite dreamcatcher unpacked on the first night in a new house, and caused her to instantly go and hang it up upon wakening) a hand-held silver-backed mirror that reflected back the title shot from TheRing, and a school full of sand and laughing demons. Yet for some reason, the ones that are even MORE bizarre don't phase her.

This troper had a dream that started out relatively normal... until the part where a toddler was playing with a pull-toy train with a plant that looked suspiciously like a tiny Audrey II in it. I knew there was something ''wrong'' once that part started... Then the plant grew to massive size in seconds and BIT THE KIDS ARM AND HIS MOTHER TRIED TO HELP HIM BUT THE PLANT ''RIPPED OFF HIS ARM OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!'' Then I woke up screaming.

This troper is used to have insane dreams but keeps forgetting them. He only remembers the freaky ones that made him wake up and unable to sleep after. Like this one where he was trapped with his family along with various other persons and cartoon caracters in a submarine made of bloody flesh and bones. One of the person present being Moe from The Simpsons who was pulling hair from disembodied heads of women, which cause blood to pour out the holes while he was complaining about not finding a woman for him. The most recent scary one though involved him dreaming he was browsing these pages carelessly until he reads something saying "Until you turn back and see the monster." to which he turned in the dream only to see a gigantic monster silouhette behind him, looking menacingly at him. It didn't helped that he was slowly turning in his bed when he was waking up while turning back in his dream.

This troper has long dealt with nightmares. The worst ones are where everything goes wrong and goes out of its way to horrify me. One of the worst being a strange bit where I was looking under a table as a strange man from across me kept dropping things under it. And whenever something dropped, what was last dropped disappeared. Eventually he began to rapidly drop a bucket over and over and over so fast it began blinking like a flipbook animation. Slowly and unevenly a bright white tragedy mask rose from the bucket and rapidly floated towards my face in the way only things of nightmares could float... I grabbed it to throw it away but when I touched it, I was in a room filled with posters of mangled bodies. Then, I looked at the mask to see it had been replaced by the face of one of the corpses. Suddenly, it opened its eyes and screamed at me. I woke up so terrified I literally tore down all the posters in my room and stayed up all night with the lights on... The scary part?... That is far from the worst dream I've had.

This troper has a variety of dreams and nightmares, some of which he remembers and some he doesn't. One recurring nightmare he has is though one where he thinks he has woken up, but cannot move, speak, or do anything at all. It is as if his sensory system are active but all his motor systems have shut off. Occasionally he fears that this is what death is going to feel like.

Perhaps this troper can shed some light on that - sounds like Sleep Paralysis, which, in its simplest terms, is just what you described - the mind is awake, but the body is immobile. (Nasty feeling, isn't it?)

This troper can remember the end of one nightmare he had as a kid. Everything was black, and I felt painful pricks on my face at regular intrevals. I half wake up, and there's three creepy-weird bugs hovering in a triangle in front of my face, taking turns stinging me. being about 4 years old at the time, I promptly ran screaming to my parents.

This troper here had one similar to that one but with scorpions in it. In it he was in some sort of temple like in the Indiana Jones movies. Just when he was about to pick up the artifact, some demon scorpions began to emerge from the ground and then one of them stung me and turned him to stone. This was followed by being sacrficied to some sort of super power ancient deity.

Unfortunately for this troper, her imagination decides to reak havoc on her at night whenever she sees horror movies and disturbing visuals. The most notable example was, after reading two series about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings (with incredibly disturbing detail), she had a dream she was getting a ride to school when a plane spontanaeously dropped a bomb incredibly close to her (within 200 or so metres in terms of distance, not height). The disturbing part was when she turned away, she ''could feel the heat on her back'' and hear her mother's screams of agony. Cue flash forward, and everything's gone, burning horribly. Said troper woke up and couldn't get back to sleep for what seemed like hours. She still doesn't quite trust planes flying over head, even after reasoning that they won't drop a nuclear bomb on such a small and unimportant city like hers.

Also, it took her ''several months'' to completely recover from seeing Gothika. She says it's her friend's fault, as since her friend knew she (troper) didn't like horror movies, she said it would be all right if she (troper) went into another room and did something else. Pride hurt, this troper stuck around for the whole movie, only looking away once. She often had to sleep on the couch and watch TV until dawn before getting over it.

This Troper's most memorable nightmare is of a man breaking into the house I grew up in while my parents were fighting. I attacked the guy with a frying pan and kept screaming and begging for my parents' help, but they just wouldn't stop fighting. I finally killed the guy by stabbing him in the head with a fork... but my parents just kept fighting. Did I mention it's been over 5 years since my parents lived together (and drove me crazy with their fighting like that)?

This troper remembers a black-and-white dream where there was this outdoor doggy daycare where a Welsh Corgi was still wearing its leash. It somehow got stuck to something as it ran around and it fell down hanging in the air, kicking until it no longer moved. The "zoomed in" stare at its lifeless face so disturbed this troper she immedietly woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.

This troper will not bother you with her normal, Oh-God-Theres-A-Mass-Grave-In-The-Garden style nightmares, but the ones where she's seemingly awake... i.e, knows she's in bed, seems to have just woken from sleep... ''because there's a HAND emerging from the pillows beside her'', or a ''thing'' descending from the ceiling, or ''something'' emerging from the wardrobe... It's worse because as she's already kind of awake there's no sense of "waking up", and thus no immediate relief - it's rather a matter of staring crazily at the apparent threat, sloooowly working out that what she thought she saw is very unlikely.

This troper's most disturbing nightmare took place when he was eight. I was playing a game where I was standing in a glass booth in an empty room, and one tiny cat-sized dinosaur after another would walk by me after another, and I would have to say what species it was. The first five went fine...then the sixth was a stegasaur and it flung the spikes from its tail at my booth as it walked out. Then the seventh was the dinosaur from Toy Story, and it stopped halfway through the room and started walking toward me, grinning and beckoning me with its fingers. There was a cat-door in the glass booth and I was getting ready to kick it when it came in, but froze and was unable to move...it was a lot scarier than it sounds.

This troper, thankfully, rarely remembers his dreams. The last nightmare he had was relating to his exam results. In the dream I failed so badly that they invented new letters for my grade, just to make fun of me. The last traditional nightmare I can remember was something to do with a news report in a pyramid. I was first in the position of the male cameraman and then the, female, reporter. We heard a sound from the darkness the cameraman, being able to see down the hallway, fled leaving the reporter behind, the walls closed in trapping her. She was trapped in the darkness for a while … and then crushed to death. Needless to say I didn't get any sleep that night. I had this dream about 10 years ago and still remember it.

This troper has a bad habit of dreaming that he gets in trouble with the school or college he's attending or breaks the law (often to the point of getting in trouble to the police).

Somehow, I have the ability to guide my dreams and make my nightmares a lot more tolerable. Zombie attack? Hey, look, a flamethrower! Jason Voorhees stalking me? Look ma, I can fly! Al Gore wins the popular vote? Thank God for the Electoral College! My worst nightmares, though...I've had five of them in my life, the exact same dream, they're always the same save for the setting, and I remember all five with perfect clarity. The "coffin rock" in the woods behind my house, my bedroom in that same house, the basement of that same house, the in-the-middle-of-being-remodeled guest room of my parents' lake house, and the basement of the house I'm currently renting. It's dark, there's no lights no matter how often I flick the wall switch or turn on the lamp. I'm filled with this feeling of just pure, fast approaching dread. I know it's coming, but I can't do a damn thing about it but stand there and beg loudly for the light to turn on as I try over and over again. Finally, I hear this soft chuckling...and from out of nowhere, this white face just slams into me, this pale, grinning, vampire-like face that bodychecks me up against the wall. And then...he starts tickling me. Fingers pushing into my side and my chest...and this make is worse, because I'm scared beyound description...and HE'S MAKING ME LAUGH IN FRIGHT! When I do eventually wake up, I'm yelling so loud, I can "hear" my real self yelling in my dream 5-10 seconds before I fully wake. The first four times, my parents ran into the bedroom because they heard me screaming from their room on the other side of the house, and it took them five minutes to calm me down. The fifth time, my housemate took his SCA broadsword and came charging upstairs because he thought someone had broken into the house and was trying to murder me.

I have had a fair few dreams that started with me being able to control what happens since i know it's a dream only for it to stop working and being unable to wake myself up, and in my dream i'm in a situation where i could get killed. I am usually trying to atleast activate time freeze (think Hiro Nakamura) which if it works doesn't freeze everyone. I prefer the other times when it's all good, if you know what i mean, with lucid dreaming

This troper has a warning to all: If you ever encounter a switch or button labelled "Gravity Reverse" in your dreamscape, leave it alone. This troper found that out the hard way after pulled into the blue void of dreamscape sky, trying and failing to get a handhold on the walls of the building said switch was mounted on.

This troper had two very terrifying nightmares once. And these are them: # In this one, there was a rocky outcropping on a beach, hit by the waves. Standing on the edge of it was somebody that looked suspiciously like the Cowardly Lion; as if ''TheWonderfulWizardOfOz'' wasn't creepy enough already, eh? Anyway, he was shouting something that was incomprehensible. As soon as he finished what he was saying, the scene was suddenly replaced with a horrifying black-and-white image saying another incomprehensible speech, and no thanks to its deep demonic voice, it was practically a BrownNote. To this day I still have no idea what this dream means or represents, and even if I did know, I don't think I'd ''want'' to know. # This here second one actually made it into a story series I'm working on, but it was nevertheless horrifying. It's the year 4400 A.D., and the Earth is being invaded by all sorts of {{Eldritch Abomination}}s. My friends and I gain some (''very'') hard-won victories over them. After a few such triumphs, we celebrate, confident that we'd win the day and save the Earth. But then, their leader, who may or may not have been Azathoth (who, as you all know, is worse than {{Satan}}), appeared above the Earth and gave a nihilistic speech to all its inhabitants. And that part was creepy all by itself; unlike other villain speeches, there were no {{Evil Laugh}}s or fate-tempting arrogant proclamations - this guy was all business. I could remember each and everyone on the Earth was terrified by this speech. At the end of it, the villain unleashed an ultra-powerful attack on the Earth that ''wiped out a large number of the races living on it''. For example, the human population fell from a proud 23 billion ''to a measly 75 million''. I could see some people running around in a mad panic, as if trying to outrun the wave of destruction...but to no avail. I also remember slowly regaining consciousness, and finding myself buried under a pile of torn masonry. I could hear my friends voices looking for me, and then pushing the rubble off of me. All I remember after that was getting back up...and seeing the destruction that lay before me. The dream still haunts me no matter how many times I tell it.

Sounds more like Nyarlatothep than Azatoth (the latter being a formless personification of pure chaos, while the former is prone to giving nihilistic speeches and killing people for the hell of it). Nevertheless, this troper wishes he had dreams like that!

True, but if ''{{Warhammer 40000}}'' has taught us anything, if chaos is involved, then it's bad news. And now that I think about it, that might just make the dream creepier; despite all those Eldritch Abominations running about, there was no Inquisition or GreyKnights to deal with it. To be fair, though, it was mostly because that dream took place 35,600 years beforehand.

This troper remembers a vaguely similar dream where it is the modern day, right down to these weird Invaders}} orange-skinned amphibious creatures and a huge Evil}} tentacled eye-thing in the sky calling itself Karuthos. In the end, Karuthos is defeated by a {{Crystal Dragon Jesus}} character a scientist's labcoat riding a horse. This is an actual dream this troper had!!!

I just had to say it, didn't I, mentioning ''40K'', because recently I had a nightmare about that, too. >< Here's what happened. I dreamt that some of my friends and I were getting in the car for a boys' night out, and while we were driving, I looked out the window, and I saw something that I could have sworn was a Tyranid - a Carnifex, I think it was. I heard it roar terrifyingly, but fortunately, I woke up before anything worse happened.

Recently, this troper had a nightmare about the Necrons taking over. Scary while I was sleeping. When I woke up, I thought: coolest nightmare ever.

This troper has many dreams about being trapped underwater and drowning. She always wakes up right as she runs out of air.

I had one dream where I was chased down, as if in a slasher movie, and pecked to death by chickens. Shortly thereafter, I got chicken pox. I Wish I Were Making This Up.

This troper had a dream once where he was killed by a jar of peanut butter, and another in which his favorite stuffed dog had become a giant, seemingly sapient, ballon animal that desired to take over the world through a mind control circus. This troper was 4 or 5 at the time and had the peanut butter dream several times before getting over it.

This troper doesn't usually dream, but one incident comes to mind. He was napping on the couch, then got up to get ready for a wedding... Then woke up on the couch, got up and headed to the bathroom... Then woke up on the couch and began to panic... It was like the Eternal Waking from ''TheSandman''. Thankfully, the next wakeup was for real.

Are you sure?

This troper has had a few dreams that freaked her out so much she spent half an hour calming herself down before she could even dare to open her bedroom door. The worst ones involved strangers attacking her in her own house. As in, crazed ax-wielding style strangers.

Sounds like mine. One recurring nightmare is scary precisely because it seems so plausible...and because I don't realize that I'm dreaming: I'll be walking around my house, usually saying goodnight to everyone. In any case, everyone is accounted for and I know where they are. In the hallway, I turn towards my room, only to see a shadowy figure move from one room to the other...when I ''know'' none of my family are on that end of the house. Cue startled wake-up. Jeez, I'm a little freaked out just typing it.

This troper isn't bothered by typical nightmares. It's the DreamApocalypse scenarios that I have to watch out for. Nothing like watching a reality and the people in it -some of whom you have befriended- warp and fall apart, with nothing you could do to stop it, even if you did try literally everything that was supposed to work. And it's not like I'll go out with them, because, not being part of their world, I'm not subject to whatever happens to it.

This troper often has a recurring dream where his {{Superpowered Evil Side}} physically forces itself out of his chest (the wound immediately heals), stabs the troper in the neck with a butterfly knife, and then proceeds to go on a killing spree, hacking people (some friends, mostly strangers) into bits and pieces in record time.

This troper suffers from horrific nightmares that leave him trying his best to stay awake as long as possible. This has been going on for a long time, and has produced a whole slew of terrifying nightmares. In one, I was having sex with a purple-skinned woman with dreadlocks. I looked away from her face for a moment, then looked back - and when I did, her face was one huge mouth lined with serrated teeth, and her hair had gone all Medusa on me, with evil snake-things that had been dread-locks. Her snakes bit into the flesh of my face and head, and drew me in towards her mouth, at which point she basically ripped my face off and ate it. Another was that I was working on an assembly line, using a meat cleaver to hack parts from corpses being brought through the room I was in. They were impaled on meat hooks that hung from a chain and they moved through on that. The corpses were all young boys, naked and with their eyes and genitals removed already when they came through. Some of the corpses were rotted, and full of worms, others were mostly intact. I had to butcher each of them like a hog would be butchered in the slaughterhouse, and then I had to take the parts - I work in the medical field so have something of an understanding of internal organs - to appropriate shutes where I threw them in. All the while, blood and other fluids were falling heavily onto the floor, as well as bits of rotted flesh, so that it was terribly slippery. Which was made worse by the fact that the floor was a gratting over a bottomless pit, and that there were holes in that grating and I had the sense that there would be a good chance of my falling into one of those holes. That one was a re-occurign nightmare. Then there was another one, where I wake up surrounded by female vampires and they attack me, and I kill them all so that they're laying strewn about on my bed. The last one... well, I shoot her in the head and kill her, and in the process blow my own genitals off. Yup, they're disturbing nightmares. Oh, and then I've got a repeating nightmare where I'm wrestling/fighting with a huge guy whose much stronger than me, and its hopelessly one-sided against me. Which is something that scares me a hell of a lot, and has ever since I was nearly raped in seventh grade.

Wow, that's more than the daily recommended allotment of Freudian imagery.

This troper has dreams which haunt him since he was still prepubescent. It often involved him perpetrating a {{Squick}}tastic {{Gorn}}fest whose details are comparable to some of the smut from SoBadItsHorribleFanfics. The people being raped, tortured or eaten by UncannyValley-ed clone of this troper were often his family and close friends and he would wake up when an eyeless specter of his brother broke open a door from nowhere. The details were fuzzy when they first started out, but they became clearer as this troper grew older and started understanding the contents of the dream and he is not sure if he has gone mad and needs psychiatric help.

This tropers nightmares seem to mostly consist of her having evil moments out of homicidal rage. Such as stabbing her father to death after a long argument with a scapel, blood guts and all in glorious technicolour. Needless to say she was completely traumatised and cried for hours out of shock when she woke up. Unfortunately they seem to be occuring much more frequently lately, which may say something about her subconscious.

Subverted in a dream I had in which there was a room with diffrent colored circles that brought you to dreams, but they could be nightmares. The first dream I went to was a nightmare with a doll like thing trying to kill people with a knife, but the doll was quickly killed with evreyone else alive.

This troper, except in extremely rare cases, can never remember his dreams, but always knows when he's had a nightmare, as he feels a paralyzing terror when he wakes up. Given this, this troper has developed an intense fear of ''being afraid'', and refuses to watch most horror movies, or even things that may in reality be only mildly scary, for fear that they make him feel fear (is this confusing you yet?). On a related note, this troper has also developed a hair trigger survival response, for this same reason. He recently visited Universal Studios in San Diego, and (stupidly) went through the haunted house attraction, which is full of costumed actors as well as scary displays. This troper became so freaked out that he ''attacked'' on of the actors who tried to scare him, and had to be led out by security.

This troper had a nightmare last night about being stuck on the Universal Studios Tour ride, specifically the part with the spinning tunnel.

Good to see I'm not the only one. Most of these are recurring, and the more disturbing ones are recently so.The one where I kept being attacked by a dog while I was dressed as Solid Snake. The one where all the women on earth had been killed and only I survived, and had to be party to the (frankly quite nasty) scientific male pregnancy process with my fellow soldiers, because I was too afraid of what would happen if I was known to be biologically female. The nine-inch needle stabbing into my liver. The one where I was trapped in a rickety 1920's-style elevator with one of the Nazis from the first IndianaJones movie, which later crashed (the elevator, not the Nazi) and sent me falling down a hill and running face-first into decaying, juicy corpses. The one where I'm in a falling elevator and I die to save one of my fellow riders, only to find out that they were immortal anyway. The time where my sister goes insane and murders both my parents, then stabs me in the neck on the right side while reciting a nonsensical nursery tune, one I can remember to this day that has no basis in any real life rhyme... with a knife that we actually have, down to the broken tip and the serrated edge. She doesn't slit my throat, she STABS through it. And the dream where I'm lying in bed, and I know something terrible is coming, and all I can do is scream and scream and scream, but no noise comes out-- until I wake up and realise that I've been screaming like I was being murdered for the last ten minutes in real life. And the dream where I murder one of my classmates with no feeling whatsoever... that one's recurring, and it's probably the worst. I go about very carefully, and quite emotionlessly, trapping him in an olympic-sized school pool and leaving him in the water to drown, but I simply walk away and leave him there, locking all the doors and shutting off all the lights, and I can still hear him kicking his legs and trying to keep up...

The {{gendercide}} nightmare is especially chilling now that I remember it in fuller detail. (Had it again. Isn't that just life?) The thing is, in the dream I don't believe the character I started out as was even female-- simply terrified that they were going to get raped in the absence of women, gender aside, from people who had once been perfectly amicable-- and as the story developed past that point, it turned into something like a fusion of ''28 Days Later'' and ''The Screwfly Solution''. I had been in the military, and along with the destruction of all my records, practically everyone else in the area had died by way of zombie or apocalypse or something-- I'd been picked up by the group of a few other military survivors, and they apparently hadn't noticed that yes, I was biologically female. And I could either volunteer to ''carry'' a biologically engineered child, or to father one-- the first of which would have been painless, but would have revealed my gender, which would have been very, very bad. The second option sounded really good, if not for the giant needle being slammed into my liver without anaesthetic or anything. (And in retrospect, I realise... yeah, FreudWasRight.)

This Troper had many nightmares, but this one takes the cake for its (in lack of a better word) special effects. It started out as a classic school dream - test I didn't study for, then a huge tidal wave covered everything and people were holding on to trees as buildings were ripped from the ground. Okay. Not too scary. Cue next scene, apparently several days later. My (I give up) family and me were in jail, when these horrid things that look like tiny {{EldritchAbomination}}s walked near us, prompting me to cover my younger brothers' eyes. Apparently, the water turned most people inside out, and the virus was spreading, so the only way to prevent infection was to be locked up. From them. Scarier. Meanwhile, my father was trying to convince the authorities that the virus wasn't that much of a problem (As it only turned you ugly, but left your personality intact. Doesn't sound that good now that I think about it...), and that they should concentrate on defeating the Undead hordes that started appearing after the flood. Cassandra syndrome kicks in, and everyone writes him off as a lunatic. Approximately 10 seconds later zombies broke in, ''biting my head off'' and taking my brother. We went after them (apparently, I could survive decapitation, but I didn't have any RequiredSecondaryPowers or HealingFactor so this was a serious AndIMustScream moment for me.), going into a NoOSHACompliance warehouse-factory thing, where they were celebrating Christmas(?) and singing carols. We tried to avoid them, but they didn't pay any attention to us, save for the two things dressed in jester costumes singing and smiling ''as their skin was falling off'', slowly rotting. We got to the head Zombie, who was holding the remains of my head and demanded to see my brother. After a few words, he simply said to my father "Look at your arm". Where once nice, normal skin stood, were now gray, rotting remains of skin and muscle, with some bone showing. And it was spreading. Dad started screaming, and I woke up, holding my head (it's still there). Worst. Nightmare. EVER.

This troper is hemophobic, meaning that he faints if he hears/sees/thinks too much about blood, organs, surgery, etc. In April of 2008 I dreamed that I was donating blood and passed out from my hemophobia, but while I was passed out, the Red Cross people continued to drain me of blood. I could see it happening, watching myself get paler and paler as my essence poured out of me through a tube. This was enough to make me feel ill all day, as it was stuck in my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Later in the day, at school there was a mandatory informational assembly about the upcoming blood drive.

This troper's earliest memory is of a nightmare involving a 30-foot-tall Grimace (yes, the big purple thing from the old [=McDonald's=] commercials) hiding behind a spruce tree by my house, waiting for me to come home. HE WAS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME.

The [=McDonalds=] characters gave me countless childhood nightmares as well.

I had to go do some detective work at a haunted house with a sidekick. We were in one room, when the sidekick disappeared; the wall was a window with curtains, and undefined shapes were banging up against it. Then the room I was in somehow turned into the garage, with one wall missing as it was leading directly out to the pavement. I knew I was in trouble so I tried to call for someone to come pick me up. Then a van appeared from around the corner and drove in and I was hoping it was the person I had called, but then the van ended up between me and the wall, and it was a skeleton in the driver's seat. It didn't do anything, but I realized that vans were going to keep coming and superimpose on top of it, one with the muscles, one with the guts...and once everything up to the flesh had been superimposed, it would come to life and kill me. So I decided to run out of there as fast as I could, but I could hear it running right behind me, and I got through the gate just before it closed, and then there was a fork in the road and I accidentally went in the direction that led to a dark forest...when I woke up. By far my worst dream ever.

After seeing the play ''Woman In Black'', a seriously scary play involving a ghost at this old house that takes the lives of loved ones, I had nightmares for weeks about her popping up, the final dream turned the tables as I appreantly prepared myself with a massive gatling gun filled with holy water bullets...she hasn't returned since.

Screw Natascha. I want ''that'' for a Heavy unlock.

I've had some quite Squicky nightmares, most of which are set in the setting of my own neighbourhood (usually at my old house or school) and involve a shadow-like shapeshifting monster. One particular nightmare was influenced by Disneyland's haunted mansion ride and was kind of like both the ride and the movie. Then there's the frequent ones I have where the shapeshifting beast appears in the form of a shadowy flying cow and tries to get me to come to the place where it lives which is a dark dimension with a city in it. The worst part being that I am completely unable to speak or do anything about it, and if I refuse to do it...the creature punishes me by making me undergo a horrible transformation into something I'd really hate to be turned into like a cow, tree, a bird of some kind, or a demon dog thing on some occasions. In some other ones various creepy crawlies like spiders, scorpions and mosquitos are featured- usually they start off as relatively small numbers but then more and more of them appear- one most recent one featured the Human Botfly as the Special Guest bug. There's quite a few ones where i'm in a pet store or aquarium that has all sorts of fish in it and I freak out whenever I get to a certain part of the store or aquarium that one being a room which suprisingly had a tank with pirahnas in it (which is kind of ironic since in real life Piranhas are illegal to buy as pets) and the piranhas leap out of the water sometimes and try to eat several of my friends, on occasion in these ones i've been bitten by one and had the misfortune of changing ''into'' one. In most of the pet shop or zoo related ones is usually a case of Attack Of The 50ft Whatever where one of the animals is mutated into a giant creature and rampages through the city ala King Kong. In most of my school related ones, the teacher (or sometimes the school principal) usually comes across as quite nice and calm but goes all Large Marge when they're mad or upset- and when they're in this state they look like the crazy DemonHead vampric version of Amanda Bearse in ''Fright Night''. My most memorable ones being the ones where i'm in my old bedroom and the shadow-like shapeshifting beast uses his shadow powers to turn the room into a dark Tim Burton-esque nightmare room, I get out of bed, go up to the door- turn the nob, open the door and run like heck out of the room and into my parent's room.

Like at least two other tropers, I've dreamed of being underwater and unable to get to the surface, but oddly those aren't nightmares - I always struggle and swim as fast as I can, and I never reach the surface, but when I'm forced to breathe in, WaterIsAir. My ''nightmares'' - well, one of the first I remember involved Barney the Dinosaur and Friends with axes on their tails, chopping down trees. Another had me being pursued by the Face On The Dime(I have ''no idea'' why that terrified me) and running forever but it was always there, trying to tell my parents but it was never there when they looked. And then there was the multi-chaptered nightmare with the megalomaniacal Paul Bunyan giant robot...

This troper's nightmares are lucid. It basically comes down to, "The giant decaying baby head has killer roaches now? Hey, NPC who bears an uncanny resemblance to my brother, take this flamethrower and guard the right hall while I dream up a nuke. Oh, and let me dream up a few dozen copies of you for an advance guard..."

If I could dream like that I wouldn't bother to play videogames.

This troper's dreams aren't so much scary as bizarre. Whether it's skeletal monsters formed from swamp water battling {{Final Fantasy}}-type heroes, the adventures of a group of young people bonded to special spirits that they can transform into attending a {{Harry Potter}}-like school where they learn how to use their abilities, or an army of goblins battling a heroic knight with a Sailor Venus lookalike as his love interest, this troper very rarely, if ever, appears in his own dreams, more often being an invisible observer of events and things that defy any sort of Freudian or Jungian dream analysis.

I dunno, those dreams sound like they could make for some good stories.

Quite possibly the most in-depth dream I ever had was one of these. I was trapped in a Bizarrchitecture hotel with a bunch of other friendly people. Which would be nice, except that there was this young girl who had these bizarre pupils and lines down her face, and she somehow had this plan to change the world. She could teleport everywhere, sing from a gaping mouth on the back of her head to summon animated characters to kill people in droves(The effect was not unlike Who Framed Roger Rabbit, only more lethal and surreal), and, worst of all, was psychic. This doesn't sound bad, except that ''she knew this was all a dream and was using her powers to ALTER YOUR BRAIN to rewrite the dream reality''. This included replacing your family with a large hairy man, causing the scenery to suddenly shift in unexpected, frequently lethal ways, summoning giant jellyfish, and generally fucking you over at every turn. The only way to stop it was to focus your mental capabilities on the fact that you knew it wasn't real, and even then sometimes it didn't work. And she took special interest in screwing me over, popping up to taunt and threaten me everywhere. ''Lovely''.

This troper had a recurring dream as a child. To make sure you properly understand the dream, she'll have to tell you these things first. Just next to the door to her room was a mirror, and you passed it when you walked out from her room. Okay, here comes the horrid dream. She was going to get a glass of water or something after going to bed, and finds that the reflection in the mirror is someone else. It is a girl who looks like herself, but something is terribly wrong with her. And then, this mirror-girl switches places with her, thusly leaving the real girl inside the mirror. Since the mirror-girl looks so much like the real one, she claims to be the real girl and proceeds to destroy everything the real girl loved (no, really. Causing her friends to hate her, breaking her stuff, being awful in school to lower her grades...) and all the girl trapped in the mirror could do was watch. Then, the mirror-girl switched back and left the real girl with all the blame.

Sounds like a good idea for a story.

This troper usually can't remember his dreams, and had rarely, if ever, really terrifying ones. But this one recently was too much: It started with an adult man anally raping a baby(!!!), and got worse... the baby turned into something monster-like, but still definitely recognizable as a human... I could see every rib, it was splattered with blood, had blood around its eyes... it's enough. I definitely don't watch baby porn, I'm appalled at the very thought of it and of everyone who isn't... I need some therapy, ASAP. And if there's someone responsible for this...

Just the other week this troper had a dream where he was being pursued by an evil invisible bunny rabbit in a giant library. I couldn't see or hear it; I just ''knew'' it was chasing me with intent to kill. I even built a barricade out of bookshelves, but it didn't hold against it.

This troper had a dream where a baby had grabbed onto his arm. Said baby was evil and eating his life force. This troper crushed the baby's skull into a bloody mess but the baby didn't die...

This troper has had several dreams ranging from scary to plain weird. One of them was that his entire family was going to be executed, then there was a fever induced one where "the jews" were taking over Runescape and while he was logging on to help fight them he was sucked into Runescape world, another one was an incredibly weird transformers/Dune/Shrek/Zoo Tycoon/Pokemon/Jurassic Park cross over thing. But the absolute worst one was where I was at a water park and went into one of those tunnel slides, after going down it for a while I asked someone else on the slide when it stopped, but when the person turned to look at he their face was a half decayed skull like thing, then they told me that the slide didn't end, it went on for ever and ever and the people on it didn't die, they just decomposed until one of the park employees came to eat them. There was also a pretty bad reoccurring one where I watched myself being eaten be a crocodile.

This troper recalls a childhood nightmare that he actually tried to act on upon waking up. After being unsettled by a horror film before going to sleep, the nightmare involved watching a female ghost slip into the house by phasing through the back door. After this troper woke up, he proceeded to leave his room, grab a cleaver from the kitchen, and wake up his mom in her bedroom while flashing the knife in his hand, telling her, "I'm going to kill her (that ghost)." You can imagine how very wrong this all looked in the middle of the night. That dream was never had again.

The worst nightmare this troper had was that he had transformed into a werewolf-like monster and raped a woman. The worst part was that, though he'd never even ''think'' about doing such a thing, in the dream he enjoyed it. It deeply disturbed this troper for a long time.

This troper remembers walking through a hospital morgue and turns around to watch the corpses claw their way out. It was made more surreal due to the fact there was no sound and he could see where they were beating and clawing to get out and HE COULD NOT HEAR THEM!! And that's before they started writhing and convulsing and silently screaming as they mutate into a form that could best be described as Lovecroftian.

This Troper had a nightmare that happens about once every 2 years. I am playing tennis with my alarm clock with Birdo when I smash it into it/him/her. Then a seven year old dressed in a white and red striped polo shirt with no pupils comes out of my closet. I have trouble breathing and wake up. Sometimes in my bed, sometimes standing with my hands around my neck in front of the closet.

{{Hazuki}} has far fewer nightmares now, thank goodness, but she was practically sleep-phobic as a child and young teenager because of them. The least frightening, and the ones that still occur today, are of the "fall below the surface of water, can't get back up, wake up as you drown" variety. More frightening ones include:

Being forced to can/jar these things that looked like foul okra pods but would hatch into giant white grubs if I didn't, in an apocalyptic world, the entire area around me burnt and smoking with a blood-red sky.

An intensely disturbing one where I had to eat my mother's flesh for some reason, and felt as if I had murdered her myself.

One where my teddy bear, an ancient stuffed animal I got at 5 months and who is still with me today, became a levitating fiend with evil, glowing red eyes and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Watching my friends jump into a pit of acid, one by one, because "the sacrifice must be made." It dissolved them instantly, at least...

Several where the entire world just goes *wrong,* something like the corruption caused by older game cheat devices that screw the palette and tile type attributes. Things like solid things not being solid, temperatures being wrong, sound not working right, people being horribly distorted and sometimes turning into monsters, and worse.

Many others which I mercifully cannot remember, but remember waking up screaming and traumatized from.

This troper has a history of occasional, severe nightmares, but three stand out amongst the rest: a series of nightmares that took place in a red-sky dimension and ended almost invariably being killed by the sniffer dogs from Silent Hill 4 (started before even Silent Hill 2 was released, possibly even SH1) and most recently, since something started killing them and spitting their corpses on power lines and wire fences, a heart attack after coming within "kill range" of the unseen BigBad; one event in a series of mostly non-nightmares in which a group of Naruto-style anime ChildSoldiers (including himself) were to note what was odd about taxidermied, diorama'd cows... with what appeared to be opaque red jam down their fronts... and pointy teeth... and ''breathing'' (surprisingly, did not end in death); and a recurring nightmare from his younger days where he would rule the world, before a camel turned into the rat king from the Nutcracker (complete with tin soldier uniform) and stabbed him through the heart (pain, then death the instant the heart first tasted steel). Plus all the psychological torture nightmares when I've known a dream character for years and realize they're gone forever once I wake up.

This troper has a recurring nightmare in which she commits a horrific murder using a heavy table lamp. A clairvoyant once told her that if she sees a lamp like this in real life, she must destroy it or get rid of it because it will bring bad luck.

My nightmares are... Horrible. HORRIBLE. Here's some examples:

My earliest nightmare: Being chased by an enormous, red and black striped snake with...a furry face...chasing me around my home town before wrapping its tail around me, dangaling me off cliff and laughing maniclly as I scream.

After watching that episode of Doctor Who; where the people have gasmasks growing out of their faces: Being told by my then 6 year old brother (who, for God knows what reason, was in a tuxedo and had two identical pretty 6 year old blond girls hanging off either arm) that he was infected, then ''patted me on the arm'', meaning I got infected and then, as I run, collapsing and realising that the mask growing out of my face as I try to get my parents, because I KNOW they can cure me, and my last thought being 'Hey, Sam (my brother) got infected before me and hasn't changes! NOT FAIR!' Unsuprisngly, this led to my ridiculous fear of gasmasks, though oddly I still love snakes.

One of my WORST nightmares: Getting trapped in a mirror and watching all my friends and family desperatly searching for me and, unable to find me, give up and start leading their lives. What's awful is that that they were ''happier'' WITHOUT me. I then turn around to find the mirror version of me, wearing my clothes, with my hairstyle, face etc, only with huge acid green snake like eyes, who tells me that I'm trapped in the mirror ''forever'' and I will never get out, only she's going to take my place, unless I refuse to look into her eyes. I realise that I have been looking into her eyes the whole time so I'm going to stay here... and then mirror me EATS ME. I am, and always have been, shit scared of mirrors.

My WORST dream: Getting to become a vampire and travel with Mr. Crepsley and Darren, and Mr. Crepsley falling in love with me (which I long to happen) only to discover Darren now hates me, because HE wants all of Mr. Crepsley's attention, so he chases me around with a stake, trying to kill me. Then I 'wake up', run to where Mr. Crepsley's sleeping, only to discover Darren's ''killed him'' and has now tied me into his coffin and is going to ''bury me alive''.

But I have nice dreams too, my best being where I join Darren and Mr. Crepsley, Mr. Crepsley falling for me (but Darren not minding), and I eventually become the BEST vampire's assitant of ALL TIME, so good alot of other vampires tried to kidnap me and make me their assistants, (including Gavner, Seba, Vancha and even ''Kurda'' who I despise) only to have Mr. Crepsley rescue me every time... ah, bliss.

Want to know the reason that ThisTroper has long hair? It's because the last time he decided to have it cut the next day, he dreamed about a barbershop, at the top of a Main/EvilTowerOfOminousness. Which could only be approached through a Main/SinisterSubway. And the barber? Darth Vader.

PFFFF I'm trying to sympathize, but the idea of Darth Vader as a barber is ''awesome''. And hilarious.

This troper doesn't often have nightmares and when she does they're usually only scary at the time and I laugh about them later. I've only ever had one dream where it actually sent me crying to my parent's room and it went thus: I was in some kind of Harry Potter-esque world, complete with Voldemort asleep/dead on an elaborate bed thing, and some woman. The woman was telling me how he slept until something happened, and that she loved him or something (This was a long time ago I can't remember it perfectly). It was a little creepy, but only got REALLY scary when he woke up. I ended up getting chased through the dungeon (which resembled something from a video game) until I got trapped in a dead end. He was just slowly walking towards me, down the corridor, and the worst part was it was somehow set out like the PC version of the game, so I could pause it and reach a menu screen, but there was no 'Exit Game' button and I could not wake up. I've had that dream twice, but not for a long time.

This Troper had an exceedingly frightening dream. I went to bed with a blanket over my head because it was cold. Then I had a dream where I was working with a toxic orange powder, and I didn't have any safety gear on, and so when a draft blew some in my face, I inhaled it and died. And when I woke up, I had the blanket over my head, so it was completely dark and silent, and I thought I had died for real. I eventually flailed around enough that I pulled the blanket off.

This troper recently had a nightmare in which a terrorist organization took over the world and declared war on it, and found his home and surroundings becoming extremely dangerous territory. At one point, he said good night to his mom as she went off to bed, shaken by the fact that it might be the last time she ever went to bed. And then he woke up. His pseudo-nightmares about waking up late when he had important matters to take care of in the morning hold no candle to that.

This troper does not find ''SilentHill'' scary in the slightest. This troper does not find Pyramid Head scary in the slightest, either. Those recurring dreams where I am dressed in a nun's habit, strung up and unable to move or open my mouth, and being repeatedly raped by Pyramid Head while a white-clad Lain watches, however? Those are ''terrifying''.

This troper, back when he was a wee lad, once had a DreamWithinADream with no less than 17 layers. #QUOTE# It started off with me lying in bed, trying to get to sleep, then some horrific long-haired white-robed ghostly lady pops out from under the bed and diving for my face. Note that when this nightmare occurred the trend of that type of ghostly characters hadn't been set yet. #QUOTE# At this point, I wake up, breathe a sigh of relief, then check under my bed just to set myself at ease, breathing another sigh of relief, only to have the same lady fly in through the window, and me waking up again... #QUOTE# Rinse and repeat with different ways for the ghost to enter, including, but not limited to, coming outta my belly, coming outta my '''face''' and turning around to stare at me, and coming out from the wall directly behind me and '''settling her fingers on my face one by one'''. At repetition number ''something'', I manage to banish her with an amulet I hang near my bed; the amulet features a number of Buddist gods and goddesses, actually does hang in that spot in my real life room. #QUOTE# I finally get to wake up. At this point in time I was already feeling really haggard due to all these terrifying nightmares, and was so very ready to get some peaceful sleep, but apparently the danged nightmare wasn't over yet. #QUOTE# Yes, I am not shitting you, my sick mind actually managed to sucker '''myself''' into feeling real relief and letting go of all those taut nerves, only to have the ghost come out of the wall AGAIN, and this time with some fleshy brownish monster whose exact looks I cannot remember. #QUOTE# The rest of my memory is quite sketchy, though I do remember that the amulet was powerless against them after that point. And that I somehow managed to remember to count the number of layers the dream had gone through. The lady ghost keeps bringing in more and more of her friends with each iteration, until I am literally smothered by them, and I just give up and close my eyes and hug my knees. #QUOTE# And guess what? That iteration was the end of the dream. All their monstrous noises cut off suddenly, I woke up, cold-sweating like I had never before, and physically and mentally exhausted. #QUOTE# I fell asleep about 30 seconds later.

This troper has had a few strange dreams, many of which are so surreal in their settings that she'd need to write them all out just to sort them all out for a good analysis. BUT, there was one dream she had that came close to a nightmare. While coming back home from a road trip more or less across country with her family, she had a bizarre dream which took her from someplace in a city to being on a train to being outdoors in this park like area with my father. The sky turned a dark shade of red with long golden lights swirlling around overhead. I was quite sacred of this in my dream, going so far as to cling to my dream-dad. Then the sky breaks apart into dark red petal like things, revealing a blue sky. YES. My nightmare averted itself. And on top of that, a short while later, I was talking with my mother about strange things my brother and I would do in our sleep (including instances of conversations we carried out between us, but that's another story..) and she told me that on the night I had had this nightmare-which-averted itself, I had reached out for real while still asleep. My mother, waking up in the middle of the night to answer natures call, hugged me. The closet I ever got to a nightmare aside from that was this sepia colored dream set in Victorian England in which this... something was running amuck in the middle of the night and the only things I ever heard in the way of dialogue in that dream was a angry/terrified man chasing that something and screaming "That... THIIIIIIIIIIIING!!" In that very dramatic way people scream things in horror movies. Proper example or no, this is the best I have to offer.

This troper recently had a nightmare where he was riding a short schoolbus through a city near where he lives. I was the only passenger, and there didn't appear to be a driver or anything. So the bus stopped at the local bowling alley, despite their not being one in this particular city. I stood outside and watched the sunset for about a half-hour, then got back on the bus. As soon as I was on the bus, I noticed a ring-tailed lemur in my seat. The bus left, and started speeding down the street at a faster speed than any schoolbus should go. I tried to sit by the lemur, and then it attacked me for no reason. While it might not be particularly scary, it was weird as hell. What's weirder is that I know what the dream represents, down to every little detail.

This Caucasian troper once had a dream where he woke up, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and discovered that he had became black.

Is this {{Troll}} or just UnfortunateImplications?

I'd imagine anyone would be disconcerted to find that their skin had changed color overnight.

This troper often has dreams where he has been transported to an alternate universe, but is still in my home town, just an alternate version of it. Because it's ''alternate'', the buildings are replaced by other buildings in similar spots with similar purposes, but because it's not exactly the same he gets hopelessly lost because his house isn't there at all. The dream never ends instantly either, it just fades away as he slips back into full-on unconsciousness. It's pretty scary when you've been sent away from home so often; this troper has a mental condition that has gotten him in situations where he had to leave home to fix the problems and let his family recover from the stress.

I believe that many of my nightmares occur at the same time, every year. My first of these (I was eight at the time of the nightmare) involved me running away from a wolf's howl, slowly growing closer. Then, I ran into a man who was wearing a trenchcoat. He smiled slightly, and then his face ''split in two''. The top of his head fell off, '''leaving his tongue lashing in the wind'''. Then, he pointed behind me, and when I turned around, there was a ''50 FOOT TALL WOLF STARING AT ME''. It gets worse. When I was 14, I was (and still am) a gigantic H.P. Lovecraft fan. This one scared me a bit more. In the dream, I was reading one of his books, "The Color Out of Space". All of a sudden, a blinding array of colors (specifically, the colors were red, yellow, white and orange). I believe this was meant to stun me so it could ''eat my face''. I resisted, and my face '''exploded'''. I was lying on the ground, face in ''five'' different parts. I got up, stumbled to the door, and opened it. There were EIGHT colors this time and they all charged me at once, my eyes being bombarded with those damn colors. That's when I woke up. I was afraid of touching books for ''weeks''.

Oh yeah, there was also the time where I imagined that sharks broke out of their tanks and ''jumped out of their cages to eat me whole''.

ThisTroper once had a dream in which he's in a ruined city, feeling extreme heat, and desperately looking for water. He found a small pool of water, which he somehow knew that if drank, it'd kill him faster than the heat did. It's a nuclear apocalypse nightmare. Said Troper is thoroughly unnerved by the horribly realistic dream.

This troper once dreamed of being in the middle of a virus epedemic that rotted out people's eyes. She was hiding with her mother and aunt in the kitchen and while her mother was discussing the symptoms with her aunt she could feel her own eyes going... strange. Out of focus, dull. Terrified she said nothing and hoped it would go away, but it didn't, and the sight in that eye began to slowly black out. She finally asked her mother to take a look and her mother cried out "IT'S ALL DEAD". The troper woke up shaking and was unable to go into the kitchen for the whole day.

This Troper has two types of these. On the one hand are the straight up bizzaro crap that constantly scares me awake. On the other hand, sleeping after smoking nearly any amount of marijuana will give me paranoia dreams. On the very slight chance that I start feeling paranoid about anyhing, I will ''alyways'' dream, in detail, an occurrence of encountering whatever it was that made me so paranoid

I had a dream about five years ago where I was taking a shower in a silver, aluminum foil-esque room, and my skin started peeling off, revealing white meat with red dots. Voices in the distance were moaning "you're growing up..." and I woke up.

I had a dream a long time ago. I can only remember one specific image, but it has terrified me ever since. I looked out my window to see some horrible half human THING staring in at me. A ghoul of sorts. This sounds so very non-specific, but it still terrifies me. This dream singlehandedly make me have a minor phobia about windows.

This troper had an interesting one. Taking place in his elementary school, outside of the once-kindergarden room-- it's a big lobby-type room, dimly lit, right near the lunchroom, no apparent purpose. Take the stairs and doors out, put in a balcony, and cue the flooding. Considering the troper's crippling fear of water, this would be bad enough... if it wasn't for the nothing-short-of-fucking-demonic Cat in the Hat that came in halfway through. Oh, he came in normal enough, but he slowly turned into this demonic red-eyed, huge-clawed cat-monster that took up a quarter of the room and that he had to dive into the water and swim around to avoid its claws and attempts to eat the troper whole, video-game-boss style, regularly returning to the surface for air. Of course, the dream ended when the troper's lungs gave out because the Cat in the Hat starting BREATHING FUCKING FIRE every time he came to the surface, and he drowned. People don't believe him when he says he's afraid of the Cat in the Hat.

The worst nightmare this troper ever had was at the age of seven or eight. (This requires the explanation that at that age, I was a dark-haired, pale-skinned girl with a heart-shaped face, and my mom had a clock-radio that, every morning at 7:30, switched on to some country station. I was at least partially awake during this dream, as I remember some tragic country song playing in the background - I think "Concrete Angel". This is important.) I was standing in front of a perfectly vertical sheet of ice. Through the ice I saw a Girl with dark hair, pale skin, and a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were closed. It was definitely the Arctic or Antarctic - I'm not sure which, since there were both polar bears and penguins present, as well as a moose (hey, I was 7). They were all crying, because the Girl was dead, and she was their friend. At this point, there was a riff or something in the song on the radio - at that moment, the Girl's eyes OPENED. I woke up, so scared I couldn't scream, and ran for my mom's room, muttering, "She's dead, and her eyes, and dead eyes and ice and..." My mother (in a surprising moment of lucidity for that hour of the morning) asked "Are you sure she was dead? Maybe she was just sleeping or something." That stumped me - not because I wasn't sure she was dead, but because I wasn't sure how to explain that certainty to my mom. I just knew - in that horrible, gut-wrenching sense of nightmares where you know it's true and nothing can change that. The worst part of this is that if I try to explain how horrible, how terrifying it is, noone believes me. (That and a horrible hate for cold - when I go out in the winter I look like Randy from "A Christmas Story" - ON PURPOSE.)

Anyone read that Goosebumps book where the kid's dad turns into a plant monster? Yeah, I had a nightmare after reading that book. It's kind of funny because that's the only time I've ever had a nightmare reading the Goosebumps series. It's not funny because I only woke up after the thing tried to behead me!

This troper still remembers his very first nightmare from when he was a little kid. Everyone he came across would turn into some sort of alligator creature and chase him. This includes anyone he went to for help, such as his own parents.

This troper is also scared of bees and bee-like insects. Of course he's had at least one dream over the years where giant beehives covered the walls of every room in his house.

Also, he doesn't have "falling dreams" like everyone else. Instead he has dreams where he slips on ice and wakes up as his ass hits the ground (Maybe it's a Canadian thing). The good thing is that they don't take as long as the falling dreams.

Oh, God. Reading this page made him think of a dream he had as a kid that wasn't even scary at the time, but actually creeped him out a bit when he just remembered it. Picture this: King K. Rool sitting on the grass, singing a very heartfelt love song (that may not even exist) to piano music in the background, while watching the sun set over a lake. Most likely with his voice from the show, which I used to watch as a kid. Someone should start a Weird Dreams page so this troper can move this there.

This troper got ''Condemned: Criminal Origins'' from Gamefly, and always had a mantra of beating every game he got from Gamefly before sending it back. The last level he played before going to bed was the shopping mall level, complete with the creepy mannequins and enemies that posed as them. One sequence that particularly disturbed this troper was turning around and seeing a mannequin standing stiff behind him, then turning around and seeing more start to appear, and more, and more, until finally you're pushed off the balcony by the faceless, motionless hordes. That night, the troper was afraid to go to sleep after a short dream, which was so short he can barely remember, other than that it mainly involved scare chords coupled with zooming shots of the mannequins, some of them mutilated and hanging from the ceiling and on the walls of alleyways, and all in black and white. Needless to say, when the mannequins reappeared in the sequel, this troper went blazing out of the room.

This clown-fearing troper had the great pleasure of dreaming about a crowd of Monster Clowns chasing her through a dark and twisted maze at night, all of them with a permanent Joker-esque SlasherSmile on their hideous faces, all of them laughing madly, and all of them wielding the most ''nasty'' weapons... The worst part was that the maze kept ''shifting'', all the scenery melted into a garish, surreal, mind-melting mess, and I woke up screaming, terrified that I had gone insane. The worst part was that after I woke up, I could ''still hear them laughing at me''. '''''For a good five to ten minutes'''''. Another dream I had when I was about four involved me, Tommy, and Chuckie trying to escape an ant-headed Angelica in a giant house. The end of the dream was always the same: Ant-gelica would unleash a massive swarm of ants on the three of us, and the swarm would devour us alive until we collapsed into a pile of bones. In squishy, traumatic, horrifying detail, complete with screams of agony. Again, I was ''only four years old'' when I first dreamt this...

this troper remembers a dream she had were at the age of 9 she hopped out her bunk bed,grapped her older sister and ripped out a chunk of her neck while her sister cried in pain.What really got this troper wasn't that she killed her sister or the fact that the blood was warm and taste metalic but the fact that when she saw her self in the mirror she looked like a demon.

This troper's worst dream involves walking down a long, dark corridor only to reach the front gate of her school. There was an ambulance parked there, and a few medics crowded around a body. When I peered closer, the body was ''me''. Suddenly the body's eyes opened and murmured, 'You did this to me...' The poor troper was 10 when she had that dream, and has since been very, very afraid of death.

Another dream involved dolls, specifically Barbie dolls. She was nine. Ever since her terrible slip-up during a kindergarten stage play, she hated to be stared at. She dreamt about being in a shopping mall, and suddenly she found herself in the Barbie aisle. The lights went out one by one until there was this singular cold light upon her. All the dolls turned their heads and stared at the troper. Even though years have passed since the dream, and she now loves taking center stage, this troper has has a lasting fear of dolls. Once she was shopping with her mum, who runs a kindergarten and was looking to buy a doll for a student's birthday. It was so similar to her dream that this troper opted to go look for her dad in the nice, safe computer store.

ThisTroper (KurtmanJP) had a nightmare when he was young about an ogre crushing Calamity Coyote from TinyToonAdventures to death in a mine (he's my fave character in the show!). Also, another dream revolved around a demon-cat pointing a crossbow at my neck when I was strapped to a chair in a jungle and forcing me to watch EldritchAbomination creatures on an ATM machine. Yet another nightmare was about a mouse that wouldn't stop playing a tuba as well as recurring nightmares about Bees (One of my biggest PrimalFears).

This troper has surreal dreams every night, their was the one where she had school on saturday, her teacher was replaced a mean old lady, and much to the horror she tried to wake up in the dream and she could'nt (but later I did), another nightmare happened when she had the flu and fell a sleep with a high fever, she was cleaning up a dungon like basement, she found her missing Bugs Bunny doll in a GoGurt tube, when she freeded bugs, it was like a wet clay verison and part of its ear fell out, then she went towards this wooden door that was chained up, piles of costume peices layed on the floor, she put some of it on and opened the door and found her self in a alternate demension dance party (kind like the one from The Killers Spaceman Music video, but the dream happended 3 years before it was made), and finally a nightmare involing a freaky red bat monster with an magic 8-ball for an eye appearing on her computer screen.

This troper's freakiest dream is a recurring one. Everything will be completely normal - I'll be relaxing in the park, or in class, or something - when suddenly everything just freezes, and starts to melt and drip downwards. First, people melt, starting with their skin, then muscles and organs, until finally the bone itself melts. Paint will melt off of walls, then the ground and walls melt, leaving only blue sky...which of course, melts into the blackness of space. Which then melts into just blank whiteness. The entire time this is going on, this noise that is best described as the THX sound in reverse is playing, except dragging on forever. This dream leaves me afraid to sleep for a few days...

Okay, this isn't actually a nightmare, but it's damn interesting, and I'm putting it here since there's no version here for regular dreams. I dreamt I was playing a sequel to ''{{Yume Nikki}}''. You played as a Swedish boy this time, and there was a butler in the Nexus (which looked different, in some way I can't remember). The butler explained that the boy was a reincarnation of after she died, and that he had a "seed of evil" in him that would cause him to become evil unless he conquered it in his dreams. (This seems to have followed the "is a budding serial killer" WMG. The weirdest part is that I was {{Dreaming Of Things Yet To Come}}, since later that day I just happened to stumble upon ''Yume 2ikki'', which, albeit different than my dream went, is still interesting...

I once dreamed I was playing in one of those massive jungle gyms, I went into the center, and this girl was looking at me, smiling. Does'nt seem scary? Her smile was grotesquely streched out of proportion and her teeth were huge and yellow. It does'nt sound scary but I still shiver when I think of her face and that loving smile...

This troper can't remember all of the details (thank goodness), but she had a 'Psycho'-based dream so frighting she had to sleep in her parent's room, and she's almost an adult! (All she remembers is watching somthing very much like it on a stage with more than one victim...)

The most frightening dream this troper has ever had is one that doesn't actually seem scary. To this day she has no idea why it scared her. It happened a couple of years ago, but it was probably the most terrified she had ever felt. The dream had started out differently, and the details are fuzzy, but it ended with this troper in her bed at night, when a man came into the room, moving very slowly towards her bed, calling her "Angelo" and speaking in some unintelligible language. Even though his words were not understood, he seemed to be proclaiming his love for this troper, but there was this frightening sense of something sinister. This troper had a body guard who took the man away before he could reach her, but each night, the man would get past the body guard and come in and do the same thing, moving very slowly and speaking gibberish. Then this troper woke up, and immediately felt a lingering sense of absolute dread. The rest of the night she kept watching her open doorway, expecting the man to come in at any moment.

Partially subverted in that this troper often had nightmares as a child, to the point where I no longer have any emotional response to any of my dreams, good or bad.

This troper simply conquers his "ordinary" nightmares and turns them into action/horror/mistery flicks. Hell, he even ''enjoys'' these nightmares. The other "class" of his nightmares are the "ghost" nightmares in which he dies (thus breaking the "you can't die in your dreams" rule) and turns into a ghost. Sometimes he haunts his friends, and in a dream he watched his funeral and was disappointed with it. However, he has his fair share of DreamApocalypse nightmares: the Big Rip, LHC disaster, nuke in the backyard, etc... have all happened in his dreams.

This troper had an unsettling dream, the details of which grew vague to him after he woke up -- probably because his dreams tend to have all the lucid clarity, and simultaneous ambiguity, of a David Lynch film (things are quite definitely seen to ''happen'', but the context and rationale behind them is never very clear). I remember a TV monitor showing an empty room (in a building, incidentally, that appeared to be based entirely on my memories of what the classroom buildings and lecture halls at my old college looked like); I had to go to that room and turn off the video camera that was recording that image, but when I got there I found another monitor by the camera, showing another image of another room. I was convinced that I had to find all these cameras and turn all of them off, or they were going to let something out and it was going to find me and kill me. What the thing was, where it was, the means by which it could use the cameras to escape -- none of those were clear at the time... but whatever it was, I could feel it watching me.

Not the only such dream I've had, either. I was sick with a fever once and had an almost hallucinatory waking dream where I thought the world was tying itself in knots, and day and night lasted five minutes each, and you were only safe during the daytime because as soon as it got dark everything mechanical would come to life and start killing people.

And then there's the one where it's half-dark and humid as though it were a rainy afternoon, but there's a giant, perfectly cylindrical column of crimson-red dust or fog or mist or ''something'' coming down from the sky over my hometown. It reaches the ground and begins expanding, at an extremely slow rate. I'm driving down the freeway, coming into downtown, looking up in horror, because somehow I know that anything subsumed into the column ''ceases to exist''. I'm trying to think of a place to hide, and then the dream jumps forward and for some reason I've locked myself in a janitorial room on the roof of a skyscraper, watching through the Plexiglas window in the door as the fog gets closer.

And the one about Googling an old friend I haven't seen in almost ten years, and finding out she's the star of her own porn website. If you knew this person as well as I used to, you'd understand why I considered this far and away the single most soul-crushingly depressing nightmare I have ever had; after I woke up, I spent the rest of the ''week'' deep down in a black hole of despair. Ever since, I haven't had the courage to actually look her up.

This Troper had a nightmare where she was kidnapped by Edward Cullen and forced to be his "Bride". Sorry Twilight fangirls, it was not sexy AT. ALL.

But at least it's funny as Hell to others. *Gigglesnort*

Then you should hear the one I had which featured Alvin and the Chipmunks!

I once had a dream where I was standing in a very dry field of cracked mud while cheap pink plastic baby dolls I understood to be aborted fetuses climbed me. They had dry twigs in their navels to represent their desiccated umbilical cords and they were covered in cellophane to represent their amniotic sacs.

When I (screw third person) go to sleep angry, I have these dreams where I'm beating up the person I'm mad at. This may seem nice, but as the dream goes on, I can't stop beating them. I horribly mutilate them, like once I dreamt that I bit this kid's eyelid off. It was disgusting. And its like I can't stop myself from beating them, so I either go until they're dead, or I wake up. Its terrible.

This troper, seemingly like many on this page, does not remember her dreams when she has them. Her mother, however, has shared with her a recurring nightmare where she has a half-pound of gum in her mouth. She tries to pull it out, but it's like the magician's hankerchief, and then her ''teeth'' start coming out with the gum. Probably explains why she gets freaked out about this troper's habit to eat a lot of gum at once...

KurtmanJP again. Had a really nasty one this morning: I was walking down the street and I saw this burly man and a German Shepherd. Then, in front of me, in broad daylight, he decapitates the dog with TWO knives and proceeds to follow me around with its headless body in a shopping cart. In the store. For some bizarre reason, my family gets invited for dinner at this guy's house and we're too scared to refuse. To get to his house, my family had to walk through a certain point in a wall in the grocery store in the dairy section. When my family got there, I don't remember too much about the family except the grandpa wore brown monk robes, had pure white eyes and mumbled to himself in another language (He looked a LOT like Darth Sidious!) and the 5 year old CreepyChild daughter wore yellow. One section of the house was covered in cobwebs and in another room, I had a vision of blood splattering the place. At dinner, the main course was a salad drenched in water with turkey slices for some reason. I asked the little girl if the house had ghosts or demons and she didn't know.

My literal worst nightmare: The city I live near is obviously ablaze and the smoke-filled night sky is dyed blood red by the flames. Myself and a few others are building a barricade against an unknown enemy and readying what weapons we have available. I never see the 'enemy' or find out who they are, but I know that our defences are nothing but a speed bump. I wake up before the enemy appear. I've had this dream a good few times and am getting paranoid about it...

This is a bit more weird than scary but:

I once had a nightmare that all I can remember of it was a hottub, a robot(in the tub) who I'm half convinced may have been from an episode of ReBoot, even though I barely watched it, and a pig stuck through the wall of the dungeon we were in. Others include a knot-top guy in a Matrix-esque suit coming to exact vaguely justified vengence with a pair of glowing electro-sword thingies.

Not just a nightmare, But a fever dream too! I had come down with bronchitis, and I dreamed that I had just had sex with this one guy, but he died on top of me. I was dragged over to this big pool of blood where I found myself pregnant, and the baby was born just a few seconds later. Then the "baby" grows at a super-fast pace and turns out to be the guy I just had sex with.

This troper just dreamed that she caught her friends reading the awful OOC, self-insert {{Mary Sue}} fanfic she wrote when she was a crazy middle-school fangirl who didn't know any better. That particular level of personal, emotional exposure, just the possibility of that side of her that she's worked so hard to bury being revealed to ''anyone'', is so dreadful that she counts this one as her actual worst nightmare.

This troper rarely gets nightmares, but a recent one had her sleepless for a straight week afterwards. I walked into a bedroom to see a man standing over a corpse, ''eating it'', and slowly changing into the form of the person he had just killed. I scream, and the killer then turns around and grins the most ''awful'' SlasherSmile you can imagine with a grotesque face and blood still dripping off of it. So then I run downstairs and hide underneath a table because I just ''know'' that...that ''monster'' is going to come kill me next, and he's ''still watching me''. Eventually my dad comes to give me a ride home, and I jump up absolutely relieved into his arms, and then urgently whisper what I just saw and beg him to get us out of this place. Good old dad nods, understands, and then I run out of the building with him into the parking lot, then notice that there are no cars parked outside. "Where's the car?", I ask. He responds "Oh, it's just farther up, I had to get a jump for the batteries." still uneasy, I continue walking behind him, then ask again, "Dad, where's the car?". The figure of my father then stops, turns around, and gives the ''exact same smile'' that the killer had. He's killed my father and taken his form and now ''he's going to kill me too.'' As he gives the most terrifying EvilLaugh and starts walking towards me, the sheer shock of everything forcibly woke me up. I couldn't sleep well for ''days'' after that nightmare, partly because I still feared that monster was still inside my head and was going to try and kill me again, and partly because I was too freaked out that my mind could concieve of something that was ''that utterly fucked up''.

This editor rarely has nightmares, but recently one ''very'' vivid dream turned into a nightmare towards the end - and she still remembers it. It was like something out of a movie: An Agent Smith expy walked towards a part of the city. He was then seen walking away from a building, saying something about a score to settle... and ''the illusion of the intact building faded, revealing smoking ruins''. This happened three times in succession, and the second and third times showed people ''within'' the smoking ruins (the worst being a young mother dead, but her infant child alive - damned maternal instinct!). The worst part? This editor got the idea to use this nightmare as inspiration for a montage accompanying a HannibalLecture. What the hell's wrong with me?

This troper remembers an odd nightmare about an elevator in an Victorian mansion for some odd reason. I was riding in the elevator with a bunch of friends, and despite the fact that the mansion itself was only 4-5 floors, the elevator kept going well past the 4th floor. Every 10 floors, the doors would open, and we'd experience a really cheesy effect of some sort, like swinging chandeliers and talking portraits. Everyone in the elevator was just laughing everything off. Then, we decided to head down. On the way down, the doors never opened. At around the 50th floor, I started leaning on the walls and suddenly realized that there was a creepy, old lady in the elevator with us. Standing right behind me. She was begging for our help, but throughout the ride down to the first floor, I was insisting for the other people in the elevator not to trust her. No one was listening to me, despite the obvious signs that she should not be trusted. I forced myself to wake up right when we reached the first floor, since the lady had just turned on us.

This troper usually has nightmares whenever she watches something scary--like everyone else, but sometimes her dreams take a turn for the surreal. One dream I remembers had me walking down a hallway full of people whispering about me being a slut (even though I am--and always have been--a virgin), only to have the guidance counselor appear out of nowhere and take me to her office. The guidance counselor then asks me if 'he' touched me in any way that I hadn't liked (I don't know who the hell 'he' is, so naturally I'm utterly confused). But that's not the surreal part. After leaving the office, I went to the bathroom and threw up a fish that was ''still in one piece and definitely alive''. Suddenly, all these half-dead, flopping fish appear on the floor in puddles of water, gasping for air. I'm pretty sure that it has something to do with this troper's mild fear and distrust of men, considering the beginning, but I can't figure out for the life of me what the whole fish part was about.

Another scenario had me sleeping in the living room (which I sleep in since I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my parents) when suddenly a spirit, demon vapor, what-have-you seeps in from under the door and sneaks up before my sleeping form...then lunges at me with fangs! I woke up shivering in the living room and unable to go back to sleep until one hour before I had to go to school.

This troper is scared shitless whenever she has a dream of a kidnapper or sexual predator. I seem to always think I'm asleep and try to wake up, but there's nothing to say I'm not actually awake. Tha terrifies me to no end. I'll never know if it's real or fake. Ironically the whole monster thing never sticks. I had a dream about TheRing with Samara, and I fought her off. Millions of her. Not scared. With a damn mechanical pencil. That confuses me to no end.

This new troper has some wierd ones. One of his favorites (Wait, that seems wrong somehow...) was at his school, and a huge windstorm came up. This troper stood inside and watched as his fellow classmates and teachers were slammed against walls, screaming in agony and being torn apart. I'm now terribly afraid of hurricanes and the like.

This troper had a very vidid nightmare that would make a good movie, she had this flesh eatting virus, pulled out of school for this expensive operation in a speical hosptial, her parents where sat down infront of a touch screen that listed things they wanted delivred to my hospital room (Magazines, candies, music, ect.), then picked out a pair of white sneakers for me to wear, after giving their good byes, the nurse put the shoes on my feet and suddenly I knocked out. Then I wake up in a gurney, in a long corrador with filled with gurneys, all with kids chatting and talking, and messing with gifts all wearing hospital gowns and various white shoes, I asked someone where I was at, she replied "The Morge", before I could ask anymore questions I reconized her as a frienemy from school (her white shoes where stelitos.) I tried to remove the shoes off my feet, put they where stuck on me like superglue, in the mist of things the roof of the "Morge" was blown off, and a task force type team comes down and begins to attack for no reason, the explosion caused a locked vault-like door to come open, me and the girl from school ran their to hide. Their was this entire viewing area inclosed with glass windows, you could see a long assembly line of giant machinery, and on the convayer belts where bodies of the patients, rolling by corpse like, the first machine grined all the skin off, the next machine plucked eyeballs and teeth out, then into a degutting machine, and finally a meat grinder. the troper woke up before her body reached the meat grinder.

This troper's nightmares, curiously, often have me plonked in the middle of some kind of battle or war, frequently WW1. I had a really disturbing, gory, and frighteningly realistic where I was watching the horrible fight on Chunuk Bair at Gallipoli in WW1 (there was even one guy in the nightmare who had his face blown off by a grenade explosion). I also remember one nightmare where I was tied up, only able to move the eyes, in a dark, cold, wet and muddy trench, as someone gouged out an ostrich's eyeball right in front of my eyes. I can't look at ostriches now without shuddering inside. For some weird reason, any dreams where I see my eyeballs in the mirror, or focuses peculiarly intensely on said eyes, ALWAYS ends up as an Eye Scream nightmare, whereby, when I first wake up, I'm checking to see if my eyeballs are still in their sockets. And, no, you DON'T want to know the worst of the eye nightmares ones.

This troper has many dreams featuring classic horror characters. Only 2 of them have been nightmares.The first dream involved this troper lost in a monochrome maze. The people sent to rescue me were Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. However, we were menaced by Mr. Hyde who was practically a juggernaut in this dream.The second dream involved my brother and I in Vlad Dracula the impaler's castle. We were kidnapped by cultists who wished to sacrifice us to Vlad so he could live again. Dracula could communicate to the cultists through a floating painting of himself. The painting's eyes glowed when he talked.

Goosebumps: I Live In Your Basement. Read it 8 years after I originally read it and had nightares over it. It still freaked me out. Everything about Keith freaks me out, and one day my sister thought it would be very hilarious to call me "From the basement. You remember your old buddy Keith, right? I AM STILL WAITING FOR YOU!"

I have this one dream where, apparently, for some reason, I'm taking over the world, but time's moving either a hell of a lot faster or slower than it should. I'm not sure what scares me about it. I can't remember that part. Probably something about everyone, even my friends and family, are ruthlessly trying to kill me. Anyway, what really scares me is that I refuse to go to sleep, but IT'S A DAYMARE TOO!!!!! I get the feeling of it, the fear, it's horrible... Then, I had the dream when I was aloe with my little bro, parents an hour away, and horribly sick. You have no idea how torturous it was...

This troper had a dream which premise kind of escapes me at the moment, I think it had to do with some kind of apocalyptic war. Well as I walked outside I noticed that the tree I was standing on was covered in blood. At first I thought it was coming from the tree itself (yeah, apparently in my dreams, trees can bleed) but as I took a second glance I realized it was actually coming from my shoe. I'm not one to get scared easily, so I thought it was pretty surreal and awesome.

The first time This Troper read the NightmareFuel page, the same night she had a horrible dream with pretty much everything she had read/seen running around. DAMN YOU TVTROPES.ORG

This troper never has nightmares. The worst dream she ever saw was about a nuclear war... but even it wasn't scary. Very depressing, but not scary.

This troper just woke up and is a bit panicked, but he wants to share his nightmare. Normaly, I can change whatever I want in my dreams, I know all that will happen, I know it's a dream, and I can force myself to wake up. This time I couldn't, I was too tired. I dreamed me and my girlfriend were slaves, stuck in a big house. She worked with a group of old women, I worked with a group of young men. The men were usually drunk, much stronger than me, and didn't like me, so I got beat up every day. Every morning, both of us were forced to get naked, and given a freezing cold shower, followed by a boiling hot one. Our boss/owner would look excited at my naked girlfriend as she convulsed from the abrupt temperature changes. We would be left naked on the ground to dry, and then he took us to our work stations. One day, after bath, he threw us into a room with the other men. I got beat up and then they raped my girlfriend. Part of me knew it was a dream, but I could not wake up. So I had to watch as they raped her again and again, until my mind was so broken I had to wake up. I woke up screaming, and spent a week crying and talking to friends, and after I got better fro the trauma, a realized the whole week had been a dream, and the nightmare was a dream within a dream. About twenty minutes ago I woke up for real, and I'm writing this so I don't forget. Now, I need a hug.

I was deathly afraid of a number of Jim Henson characters when I was little. The dream I remember the most vividly is the one where there was a ladybug walking around on a solid blue floor/wall viewed from above, when suddenly Grover (from SesameStreet) crawls in, ready to pounce the ladybug, when he instead jumps up and swallows me whole.

This troper doesn't have nightmares per say, they're just really, really fucked up. One of the most normal one dreams she has had is being flushed down the toilet by Winnie The Pooh and coming out the other side down the chimney into a creppy old house place. I have developed a few fears from my "nightmares" though:

Clowns. (DEAR GOD I WILL NEVER WATCH POWERPUFF GIRLS AGAIN.)

The fear that nobody actually loves you (Kudos to Sephiroth)

Temporary but still long (about 3/4 of a year or maybe more) extreme fear of Axel from Kingdom Hearts. Just mentioning his name made me run away or scream "SHUTUP!" Soon became a running gag among my friends.

Squicked my self horribly when I saw Xemnas (also from Kingdom Hearts) dressed up as a female hooker vampire goth...thing.

This troper has had many, but of the three that stand out most...

One was of claymation-like, big nosed people constantly killing this troper in gruesome ways. Usually to do with saws. What was so terrifying about this one was that this troper kept waking up from it, then falling back to sleep again. And a variation of the dream would pop right back again. It happened, like, six times in a row. Eventually this troper was just too terrified to go back to sleep.

The second is easy enough to explain. The Trunchbull was in my house. The freaking Trunchbull.

The third, which sounds funny enough at first... Pokemon had revolted and were taking over the world. It was fine... until the part with a six year old getting ripped to shreds by a Zigzacoon... urgh.

This troper has had a few which mostly come from movies or TV shows etc, the few I can remember are as follows:

The pilot episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog which included a chicken with red eyes terrorising Courage, I then had a nightmare that night about hte chicken trying to kill me, I was about 6 at the time and woke up screaming and crying, once my parents actually worked out what I was screaming and crying about they found it absolutely hilarious.

A weird creepy short film made in about 1990 as far as I can remember called The Sandman, about a creepy man/bird thing that came at night and childrens eyes to feed to his children/bird things my parents used to show me this when I was younger and it gave me nightmares for about a year straight which evolved and fueled a lot of my present nightmares.

The rest of my nightmares are practically horror movie standard and a really memorable one I had was of me, my husband and our child (this was in the nightmare in real life I'm only 18) living in a cabin in the middle of a forest, when we arrived we noticed a picture hung on the door of a family that looked exactly like us but kinda blurry. Anyway our lives continued and one day we noticed a strange mark on the daughter in the picture which then appeared later on our real daughter, this continued over a period of time getting worse and worse untill one day she dissapeared from the photo. We started hearing strage creepy noises round the house so we took our daughter and hid in a cupboard, we heard something scratching coming closer and closer then slowly the door creaked open and standing there was this little girl, our daughter from the picture, with pure white skin, blurry round the edges, black eyes, completely black eyes and just general creepyness. Then the dream ended. Creeped me out for aages

This troper had... nah, not exactly a dream, it was a hallucination brought on by substance abuse. It was like "Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz get stitched together at the hip by a shitty batch of LSD". It was a bit vague, but, here goes:

The scene involved a scarecrow (not sure if it was ''the'' Scarecrow, per se, but it was a walkin'-talkin' scarecrow, so let's assume it is) talking to Alice/Dorothy ( literally "vague" in the dream, all I could make out for sure was that it was a young girl). Keep in mind that I'm just an 'onlooker' here. The girl makes some kind of remark about the scarecrow looking weird, which infuriates him. Now I know what you're thinking - logically, he'd kill Alice. Not so. He growls something about "respecting people who look different", and then starts TEARING HIS FUCKING FACE OFF. Okay, sure, it was made of a dufflebag filled with straw, but, holy fuck. He tore his face off, and starter pulling out clumps of the stuffing, and was eventually left with just a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth. To make it a bit worse, he was screaching " IS THIS BETTER? IS THIS BETTER?" all the while, in a voice that sounded like iron nails in a meatgrinder. So, in short, no more LSD for me.

I dreamt that I was shopping at a mall, when someone called me on my cellphone and told me that a nuclear missile was headed for town, and to go to the construction site where a helicopter would pick me up. I went to the extraction point, but the chopper didn't arrive in time. May have been influenced by the ending of ''ResidentEvil 3'' and/or the Shock and Awe level in ''CallOfDuty 4''.

Another of this troper's nightmares: I was out camping somewhere, and one of my friends said that the "Devil's Moon" was coming at midnight, and to get to shelter by then. Sure enough, a large orange object with a green halo appeared in the sky at midnight. Flashback of ''Majora's Mask''?

This same troper also recently dreamt of being chased in a mansion by a glowing-orange mannequin-like monster with barb-wire tentacles. Like a ''SilentHill'' reject, or ''Prototype''.

I have had a recurring nightmare about elevators in tall buildings. The elevator usually goes up or down at a very high speed, pinning me to the floor or ceiling of the car. And when i get to the floor, the view out the window makes me really dizzy.

I recently had a dream that is cheesy and weird in retelling, but was terrifying as I dreamed it. I was in a house made entirely of shades of light blue and grey. It looked old. I had no idea why I was here. An old lady stood in front of me, she slowly turned around, staring me in the face. "Voldemort's coming," she whispered. A panic swept over me. Somehow, I knew that Voldemort was after me. I ran around the house, trying to find a hiding spot. Right when I knew the house was going to be infiltrated, I ran, in a panic, into the bathroom and locked the door. I turned around, and there stood Voldemort. I fell on my knees, scared to death. Voldemort had the creepiest grin I'd ever seen on his face, and slowly leaned forward. He was holding a small, Styrofoam cup in his hand. Without ever speaking, he showed it to me. Inside was a gooey liquid with bits of what looked like herbs inside. I knew it was poison. Suddenly, Voldemort opened my mouth and forced the poison into my mouth. I recoiled backwards, struggling back to my feet. I coughed most of the liquid onto the ground, trying to keep from swallowing until all of the poison was out. I failed. As I swallowed, I lost all my strength, falling to the ground on my hands and knees. I heard Voldemort's cruel laugh above me. After that, I woke up, shaking. Thankfully, it was morning. I know it sounds cheesy, but it was SO scary.

This troper has had two nightmares that really stood out:

The first was during his childhood, but it was so unsettling that he still remembers it: Basically, everyone in my neighborhood had been turned into these odd, blue demon-like creatures, but I felt certain that if I got home I would be safe. I had to run from my friend's house down the street to my own house being silently pursued by these creatures. When I did finally make it inside, I saw one of my family members but they were facing away from me. I grabbed their shoulder, and they turned around to reveal that they had become a demon as well. It was absolutely terrifying and I cried when I woke up. It gave me chills just remembing it for almost a year.

The second was more recent: It was a standard ZombieApocalypse setting, except I didn't quite know that yet. The zombies broke into my home and my brother ended up having to kill my mother because she'd been infected. Later we somehow arrived at my grandparents house and for some reason my mom was there, perfectly fine. When I freaked out about it, nobody else thought anything was, but I didn't get to say anything more because a plane crashed into the house and we were overrun by zombies. Somehow, probably because it was a dream, we escaped and were back in our original house. One of the walls was knocked down, but there were government assurances that the zombies were gone and everything was safe, so naturally I end up getting attacked in our kitchen. As I'm struggling, my brother walks in and punches the zombie in the head, hard enough to knock it to the floor. He grabs an axe we suddenly have for no reason and promptly decapitates the zombie. It had a much nicer ending, but the whole brother-forced-to-kill-mother was deeply disturbing.

I usually have pretty weird nightmares. The first one I remember was having to play soccer against Voldemort (don't ask). Then I had a couple of dreams where I fell from extremely high rocks. One where I was fried with Force Lightning by the Emperor. And he put it on the internet, and Tarkin watched the video. After reading the summary of "The Fly" (just reading the summary, not watching the movie!) I had dreams about losing my teeth (I checked if they were still there after waking up) and my hair. It stopped after that. But the worst nightmare I had was about being a character in a horror comedy that soon lost the "comedy" part. Two policemen sat on a bench after surviving a zombie attack. They were slightly (read:completely) insane because of the zombie attack, and they thought everybody was a zombie. Including me. First they tried to decapitate me with a...well, my German-English dictionary says "weathercock", but that makes it sound even more ridiculous. Fine. A weathercock. I can't even type this without giggling. After that didn't work, they shrank me (don't ask how) and put me in a miniature truck. Then they stuffed me in a microwave. I woke up fighting with my blanket.

This troper has had many nightmares growing up, usually involving a great apocalyptic catastrophe of some sort, including- a tidal wave that extended to airplane heights, a tornado that covered the horizon, and, when I was a little kid, me playing in the backyard when the ground starting cracking up and lava poured out, gradually rising in level and consuming the house I had fled into. However, none of them had as deeply affected as the one I just had, where I was enjoying myself in an amusement park, and then got on one of those "hanging-seat" roller coasters. It went fine for a while, but then my legs hit some metal pole of some sort, causing excruciating pain. After another moment, I slipped out of my seat, and began holding onto the bottom of the seat just to survive. Then, there was the loop de loop, which caused me to let go. I looked down, and the view was what I'd expect to see from the window of an airplane. ...I was paralyzed for five minutes after I woke up, and then when I got up, every time I moved my body quaked. ''For an hour''.

This troper recently had her first real nightmare in years, involving a bunch of genetically modified cats and rabbits that reproduced uncontrollably by splitting in half. They started to divide, making a horrible noise, and a big voice suddenly said, "IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD." Then I woke up.

This troper recently had a nightmare where he was playing TwilightPrincess and he went to Lake Hylia, he saw a Deku Baba (a venus fly-trap like creature.) in the middle of the lake, when suddenly eight massive versions rose out of the lake around it, all connected together, making it look like some kind of EldritchAbomination.

This troper dreamt that he was chatting with a dark-haired girl at a bar, when suddenly she transformed into a grotesque creature resembling the Queen Alien from ''{{Alien}}s''. She changed back shortly after.

This troper is not sure which sections this should go in, but has had hundreds of scary nightmares, three stick out prominently. The first one is where I wondered what it would be like to skydive without a parachute, so I jumped out of a plane and didn't pull it. When I hit the ground, I didn't feel anything, and suddenly my body began to rise up, and I couldn't control where I was going. I saw some really scary things that I can't remember, but they haunted me for a few days. The second one was about the time I became a horror movie enthusiast, and I had a dream that it was a normal day at Primary School, when I went to the toilet. Once I came out, I saw an EldritchAbomination resembling what seemed to a be a shark with a machete attack some people, but when I looked again, it was gone, and so were the people. The day went normally, and then halfway through everyone disappeared. I tried the phones, tried leaving by Bike, but nothing would work. I heard sounds from the Year 6 classroom, and I found all the windows blackened, all the walls with writing such as SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY for bits and bleeding as well, and that the shark thing was hauling bodies up the walls through the ceiling, which resembled a cross between one of those Spiked Ceilings and a Zone Eater from Final Fantasy VI. I woke up after that breathing like crazy, and I just laid on the ground for about half and hour, trying to remember everything. The third one I can't remember, only that I almost screamed after waking up. Then I walked slowly to the shower, got in, and sat under the water for about 10 minutes. Needless to say, after the second one, I stopped looking up horror movies, and after the third one, I switched from Horror to Arthouse.

This troper once had a nightmare dream which was mostly so due to it being more or less a Crack Fic with Rule 34 suddenly involved. The characters of the Magic School Bus were on a field trip to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts (Why were they going to an art museum to learn about science anyway?) when on the side of the road they haphazardly saw Mewtwo servicing Snorlax in the bum with his tail. Once the Magic School Bus group actually got to the museum, it turned it to be hijacked by demonically possessed Reagan McNeil. So yeah...

This troper recently had a dream where he was playing hide-and-seek with some kids in a big house. Not scary at all...but then he woke up, at three in the morning. Since it is typically only nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night, he had to conclude that his brain was sparing him from what would have turned into a nightmare. Imagining how that would have turned into a nightmare is possibly scarier than the dream itself would have been. It was definitely unnerving at the time, a rare example of a nightmare built purely on nothing happening.

This troper most recently dreamt that he had to go through a long building to retrieve some important object for someone. It was a DeathCourse ridden with {{Death Ray}}s, flame jets, other booby traps, {{Locked Door}}s, various puzzles, etc.

This troper once dreamt that he was chased by a pair of Grunts from ''{{Quake}} 4'' (not the ''{{Halo}}'' kind). He ran up a flight of stairs, then when the monsters followed, they turned into dogs.

When he was younger, this troper had a nightmare about giant spiders eating him.

I've already put up something here before, but recently had a dream that was so weird I had to put it up: from what I recall, I was playing with some figurines, and the TV was on showing what I belive was Adult Swim, with one of those bumper logos up, but then the message ''changed'' into something like a cry for help, then the screen was filled with words, (or were they eyes?) then it showed the title of something, I don't remember exactly what, since it was a word salad kinda thing, but then it showed what looked like {{Smurfs}} but the faces were all wrong... and then I woke up.

This Troper has had nightmares about V.V. Argost for a while now, usually Argost has a pedophilic obsession with Zak Saturday (Might be because of Part 2 of the premiere), that's about as far as I'll go, because the rest makes me tremble in fear.

This Troper once had a very strange, definitely freaky dream years ago of wondering through a maze. Behind one corner was freakin' three headed dog (think of Fluffy in the first Harry Potter movie). That alone didn't make it one of the strangest dreams I've ever had though: the left head wasn't a dog's...it was SANTA CLAUSE'S HEAD! The thing didn't attack me or anything, the only thing it did was whisper to me through the Santa head in a very haunting voice. "Don't close the doooooor." I wonder what Freud would say about that...

This troper recently had a very evil dream full of {{Gorn}} involving decapitation of people by Chinese soldiers wielding shovels, people being shoved into machinery (with all the whirring cogs and gears) in abandoned farmhouses, and it turned out that it was a future version of this troper behind it all.

This troper has a great fear of being left alone at some point in her life. One horrible nightmare consisted of everyone this troper was ever close to just dying and leaving her alone,the worst part was that she could not die and had to spend eterniy alone. After having this dream, she went into her sister's room to help her feel better, it resulted in a very hard kick to the stomach.... T__T

This troper still occasionally has dreams of being abandoned or left behind on an island or some other unknown location. Everyone I know just suddenly disappears.

This troper had dreams of being stuck in a hotel-like maze. He could never escape.

This troper, as he was waking up, saw a vision of his sister in the corner, saying his name. I've had other experiences of someone calling my name as I got up, but it was usually a male voice.

From this troper's many nightmares this one stands out. In the beginning I am at my aunt's house, where my brother had supposedly died years ago at an accident. Then I discovered that the way he died was too specific to be random. It was like: he slipped, then he hit on that furniture, then he was dizzy and stumbled into the corner of a table etc. So I conclude that my aunt had for some reason murdered him. I said nothing and after some time we left. Then the dream changed, and I was at some kind of university reception because my (dead) brother had been accepted by it. The place was very dark, and looked much like a club. And at one corner there was someone with angelic wings. Then the dream changed again, I was at my aunt's house with some friends and thought it was a good idea to tell them about my brother. She heard some of our words and stood up, really angry, coming closer while shouting "what did you say?" I casually respond I was talking about the movie "The Best Aunt"?, that we were talking about movies and she believed me. And then (and this is where the dream became really scary), the dream changing again, I am no longer the protagonist, but rather see at third person all the scenes. Many paranormal things start to happen, scary things appear, and to solve his brother's death's mystery, the guy had to pass a gate, having no idea what kind of gate it was. He finally concluded that reflecting himself on three particular mirrors would do it, but I was certain this would just make him die, because the reflection of his brother in a glass door had been critical to his death. I talked with some kind of spirits, pleading them to warn him with no success. And then I am dreaming first person again. And I'm at my aunt's house once again, and find out that I had missed something about my brother's death. The way he died wasn't just non-random, it formed a picture like this lVl. I knew the left l was my brother and the right was me. And the line that connected them, I could easily imagined what it meant. "Be careful, your turn is coming.� “I died, but you will die too.� It was a message from my brother, who planned his death in order to pass it to me. And it just said that I would die. There was nothing I could do about it. It wasn't a warning, it was just information. And he died for the sole reason to let me know it. Soon after that the dream changed to some kind of epilogue, where I have woken up, am at my aunt's house and describe to my brother that dream I had. And I showed him the lVl picture, which covered the whole wall of a dark room. I tried to joke about it, pretending I wasn't scared at all, but we both left the room frightened.

I must say here, that at some part of the dream, somewhere about the middle where I don't remember much, I saw that the whole story was a computer game I was playing in the middle of the night. Scared as I was, I saved and exited, but I was so curious about the end, that I finally loaded it and started playing, not until the end, just a little bit further.

When this troper was seven and ill with a stomach bug, he had a rather surreal dream regarding his school being taken over by some bizarre strain of TheVirus, which turned the student body, parents of which and the teachers into strange monsters whose faces resembled Goosebumps-esque prosthetics with the approximate colour scheme of my own vomit. Pretty. This troper essentially got to watch through what appeared to be convenient timeskips as said virus took hold of more and more people - unfortunately, it seemed he was the only one who noticed anything was wrong. Eventually, though, this troper and his mother (don't ask why she was in school, it was pretty trippy) were the last regular humans in the school, at which point everything turned overtly hostile. We ended up hiding out in the locked assembly hall... until the doors came crashing down and let's just say I was the last one left. I woke up after that. That probably doesn't sound scary, but consider that I was young, ill, weak, frail, woke up in a dark room panting heavily with a sticky feeling all over me. I went into the bathroom to get a drink, and what did I see in the mirror? My face. Partially covered in my vomit and all its pretty, haunting-reminder colours. I am ''so glad'' I was off school for the next few days with my illness, because I don't think I could have faced it at the time. I've had similar dreams occasionally throughout my life, but they've been more like an AffectionateParody of my original childhood nightmare by comparison.

[=Mcb01932=]: I've had many nightmares, but these stand out:

As the dream opened, I was walking around my aunt and uncle's house. However, it was a lot bigger and had a different layout than the actual thing. One thing was really out of the ordinary: there were two basements. No, there was not a sub-basement; There were two seperate basement rooms on the ''same level''. I went down into the first, and it kind of looked like their actual basement at the time. There was nothing down there, so I went back upstairs. I had been warned earlier not to go into the second basement. However, someone ran up to me saying, "Dude! Come down here, there's something really cool!". I followed him, ignoring the warning. When I stepped into the main room, I found a huge EldritchAbomination. It looked almost like a totem pole with a face on each level. The faces got scarier and scarier as I looked up. When I saw the top, the hideous face screamed at me and I woke up.

I once dreamed that I was riding in the car down a street in my subdivision. All of the sudden, the sky changed color, the landscape warped into some kind of TimBurton-esque hellscape, and every house on the street turned into a glaring, hideous, monster head. My parents didn't seem to notice and contined driving down the horrific street.

As a young kid, I had recurring nightmares that there was a huge scary face on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. It always tried to suck me into its mouth as I climbed the stairs. I would always hide in my room, but in there a bunch of creepy toys came to life and started to creep toward me. I would reach for the lights but they never worked. Then I would rush downstairs and always fall down them, ending the dream.

I used to have a lot of dreams about MonsterClowns at one point. In one, I was in a huge mall. I was watching myself in third person. I don't remember all the details, but at this one part, the mall contained some kind of ride in which you lie down on a scale-like thing and it moves (like a less intense mechanical bull). I lie down on it and saw a creepy pendulum swinging above me. Then, it suddenly changed to first person, and from above the scale, a terrifying MonsterClown appeared out of nowhere. He had a hideous face and razor-sharp teeth. In another one, I was simply in my room, talking to someone. Then, I think, the person disappeared, and instantly, the ''very same'' clown was right in my face!

Once, I had a dream that I was watching a strange movie. At one part, my brother told me that "this part is really scary, don't look." So I didn't. Then I was suddenly watching the movie again, and I decided to face my fears and not look away at the part my brother told me about. It seemed normal at first, but then the camera panned through a window...and that's when I suddenly felt like I was ''in'' the movie. That's when I saw it: a horrifying 50 foot tall troll that lunged at me and screamed. I had trouble falling back asleep that night.

Hi, it's moi again, and I'm back with another recent nightmare. While this may come as a surprise to no one, I did indeed have a nightmare about ''FanFic/BartTheGeneral''; the fan-video series, not the funny episode from the first season. When my friends asked me what about the videos scared me so much, I gave these three reasons: "the animation was abhorrent, the jokes were on the ''FamilyGuy'' level of offensiveness, and it had more terrifying images than your typical Simpsons HalloweenEpisode." And that's not all. Stop me if this is just the usual Internet chatter that's not meant to be taken seriously, but the [=YouTube=] posters who positively commented on the videos sounded like they were in this insane {{cult}} that actually worshiped this thing. Okay anyway, the night after I watched it, I couldn't sleep because of the images playing over and over again in my mind. But it didn't end when I woke up, because when I woke up and thought I was back in the safety of my bedroom and reality, I felt like my very room was haunted. I thought I saw a ghostly white shape hovering above my bed, and my alarm clock, the numbers on which normally glow yellow, seemed more like an eerie red-orange. Needless to say, this nightmare was debilitating, and it took me a while to sleep comfortably again. Of course, my road to recovery included never watching ''Bart The General'' again. And my new sleep mask provides a much deeper and more relaxing sleep, in addition to looking good. :) About the positive comments on YouTube, I know this might sound mean, but at the time it made me wish the Inquisition from ''{{Warhammer 40000}}'' was real, and with it the GreyKnights and Sisters of Battle. Wow, I wrote a lot this time.

Just last night, I (ultimatepower22) had one. The entire world, presumably, was ruled by an unnamed horror, who lived in a palace made of what appeared to be bone, suspended over a volcano with a perpetual storm above it, with a moat of blood surrounding it. Past the moat were slave-worked fields, said slaves warped into unimaginable...things...by some nightmarish surgery (presumably). Men with heads of dogs and swords for hands, women with all their limbs amputated and used as living wombs to birth victims dozens at a time. Both with the digestive tracks of dungbeetles, so they must survive purely on feces. More victims grafted into living machinery...it goes on. Needless to say, I (extremely rapidly) woke up.

I have had a recurring dream of the computer being taken over by some evil, scary, unremovable malware program.

This troper once dreamt of running through a knee-deep flooded maze, similar to ''Silent Hill 2'''s Labyrinth, while being chased by the red fog from ''SilentHill 3''.

This troper dreamed that there was a RobotWar going on in his town. The invading robots were {{Cyber Cyclops}}es somewhat resembling the Zeons from ''{{Gundam}}'' and were color coded according to rank, like in many video games.

A more recent dream, not really a nightmare, but hell of a MindScrew: I dreamt I was naked and surrounded by these children who could fly and were given {{immortality}}, but at the cost of being unable to grow up. I also had the power of levitation/flight.

This troper had a very strange nightmare recently. After a long dream involving things like walking through a post-apocalyptic Los Angeles, he was inside what he knew was the "last scene" of ''Child's Play'' (although it didn't have any actual connection to the movie). It was very creepy, with Chucky torturing a middle-aged couple in extremely bizarre and horrifying ways that only made sense within the dream (like cutting their legs into ribbons, putting them on a desert island-sized planet for eternity, and so on). I was simultaneously Chucky's accomplice, one of the victims, and a spectator, and it was very unpleasant even though there wasn't really any threat of anything happening to me. So what did I do? I pulled out a laptop (in the dream, still) and went to the TV Tropes page for ''Child's Play'', to add this scene under the High Octane Nightmare Fuel entry! Of course, when I woke up the first thing that came to my mind was to do exactly that, until I realized that "scene" was entirely made-up in my head. Ugh...

This troper had two to share.

I once dreamed that I was wandering in a ruined deserted city, extremely thirsty and desperately seeking water. I finally found a small puddle and at that moment, I had a flashback to the past: there had been a nuclear war. Human civilization and the world as we knew it were gone. I have no more shelter, no rations, no water; I am severely dehydrated but if I drink from the puddle the raidation poisoning would kill me (i.e. faster). The effects of nuclear apocalypse was horrible, but not as horrifying as the despair and hopelessness induced by your own approaching death. That dream kept this troper awake for a good long while.

A second one was more recent, featuring this troper as a trooper leading a group of survivors evading Xenomorphs in a small rural town. On their way they passed several groups of Xenomorphs: not patrol parties searching for troper & co., but colonizing parties leaving for nearby towns----and there's nothing we can do to stop them. But once the troper realized he's actually dreaming, awesomeness and HilarityEnsues: he flew up to the sky, harness the lightning for energy, and blasted the hive to kingdom come.

This troper had one when he was about eight - after learning from the encyclopedia that there were several thousand species of insects, and countless billions of them in number (and just plain being scared of them already) I dreamt I was lying immobile on the dining room floor as an endless carpet of every species crawled over me, and one very large frightful beetle walked into my open hand. (Hey, I was eight)

I have never had a nightmare like this, but how freaky would it be if I had a nightmare about ''{{Furbie}}s''?

This troper, wolftickets1969, underwent a sleep study for sleep apnea. During it I had several horrible nightmares, including being rejected from graduate school, broken sinks and clogged toilets, losing my sanity while my estranged oldest brother regained his, and trying to commit suicide in-dream by being run over, but the powers that be wouldn't let me die. On the good side, I dreamt of climbing a long stairway similar to the one in my house, but several stories higher, then going through a dark corridor, at the end was a room full of various treasures.

A few days ago, this troper had a dream in which he was a female elf vampire. Okay, a little weird at this point, but not even that strange by his standards. Troper was forced to hide from the sun under bedsheets. Then some cataclysm approached that was going to kill everyone in the society that wasn't married, so there was a mass random wedding. First lesbian kiss. Not thinking this is a nightmare? Somehow troper was assigned ''his mother''.

I dreamt a few years ago that that a winged demon resembling a Nightgaunt launded on the roof of my sunroom. I was equipped with a "gunblade" type weapon that shot lightning, which i used to destroy it, through the glass nonetheless.

This troper gets nightmares on a weekly basis, often I forget them quickly, but there are a few that I just don't. Every single one of these dreams I have had involves me being stabbed, either by someone else intentionally or by myself accidentally. I swear I could feel the pain for just a brief second before the waking up from the shock. After playing the first ''Fatal Frame'' game, it got worse... I had this one nightmares about a ghost thats looks so much like Kirie, whats different is that each of the hands floating around her all held the knives... I could not get it out of my head until I drew it down.

AAAAGH! This troper(wolftickets1969) dreamt that aliens were invading the planet and transforming people into weird inanimate objects. Not a good idea to sleep through the light. Or without the apnea mask.

In another one of my pre-CPAP nightmares, I dreamt that me, my mom, and my sis were arriving home at dusk, when two men in trenchcoats and sunglasses with mullet hairstyles pulled up in a BMW. One was blonde, the other was a brunette, both were armed with submachine guns. The blonde guy fired several shots at us. Then I woke up.

I frequently also have dreams about {{disgusting public toilet}}s.

This troper had a nightmare once where I was trapped in a Kirby/Narutaru crossover universe... Never read the Corocoro Kirby manga right before sleeping. NEVER!

This troper often has dreams that other people would consider nightmares, but her personal definition of nightmare is that she has to be scared while in the dream. By her definition, she hasn't had a nightmare since fourth or fifth grade (that involved a ping-pong table and a lot of spiders) until a few months ago, when she had one of the strangest dreams she ever had. It started in the 1940s, when a bunch of astronomers saw a giant explosion far away in space which they discovered was apparently the destruction of Pluto. Then the dream skipped to the 1950s, and suddenly Neptune was destroyed. 1960s, Uranus. 1970s, Saturn. 1980s, Jupiter. 1990s, the asteroid belt. 2000, Mars. The dream kept skipping decades until it came back to this troper. She doesn't really know what she did in that dream, but she does remember that she was terrified out of her mind because she knew...Earth was next.

Of course, this troper has also had dreams that didn't scare her while she had them but are ironically Nightmare Fuel in Real Life, especially the one she had two nights ago about gleefully performing a self-lobotomy out of boredom. The dream ended with a headache slowly building up, and her thinking "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

This troper had a dream where she was being chased by a swarm of laser butterflies. Yes, laser butterflies. This troper does have normal nightmares that are actually considered scary, included one was stuck in a horror movie marathon, but this troper was just as scared. When something is chasing after you and melting your bedroom right after you go to bed, it doesn't matter how scary they look.

This Troper,aside from many drowning nightmares, had one nightmare were she was being chased along an empty highway through a forest, by angry World of Warcraft fanatics that had pet crocodiles. The nightmare ended when I bounded on all fours from the highway into my living room then out the front door and realizing it was a dream and jerking my head up so that I woke up startled curled up in bed... One of my most odd dreams...

This Troper only remembers dreams when they scare the heck out of him. The one I remember the clearest is me in a wheelchair in the middle of a basketball court and a monster that looks like the Yellow Devil from MegaMan except for green and with a partially melted skull in the middle of it. I try to wheel myself away and almost succeed but at the last second the monster launches a huge acid ball at me only a small bit lands on me but it slowly dissolves my body starting at my left side all the while I'm watching from the monster's point of view after it launched the acid ball. The worst part was even though I woke up in terror a small part of me was laughing at my dream self dissolving into a puddle slowly, I still find it horrifyingly hilarious.

Last night, this troper had a dream where he was watching videos on YouTube. Suddenly, he came across a video where he saw a picture of a blond, female character who looked like she came out of a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. When eerie music started playing and the picture started to zoom in slowly, I started to realize it was a Screamer video. I scrolled down the screen and took my earphones off quickly. I missed the horrific face, but unfortunately, I still heard a scream coming out of my earphones. This left me with an uneasy feeling when I woke up from the dream.

Here's another one: I was on TVTropes minding my own business when all of a sudden, letters started to overlap each other. I was confused and scrolled down to see if it will go away, but it didn't. Then, the computer had a virus and I was scared, not knowing what to do. For some reason, a pixeled blue bird and a blue circle appeared in the middle of the screen and I heard a horrible scream. It's like the work of Uboa and Zalgo.

I once dreamt that I was walking around Green Lake in Seattle, when I saw a strange-colored butterfly fly by. I knew I had to catch it or something terrible would happen. Unfortunately, it flew out of reach, then a swarm of killer bees (like in ''720 Degrees'') started chasing after me, and eventually caught up and stung me to death.

I was sent on a mission into a MadScientist's fortress to disarm his "doomsday bomb", equipped with a ''BionicCommando''-style grappling hook, but I ran out of time before I could reach the control room. The dream shifted to a view of Earth from space. Cue EarthShatteringKaboom.

Several years ago, I dreamt that I was riding a ferry boat, and as it approached the dock, the clear waters turned oily black. A precognition of the Great Gulf Oil Spill? Or the impending EndOfTheWorldAsWeKnowIt?

About a year ago, I dreamed that the zombie apocalypse was occurring in a relatively strange way: the zombies were invisible, and every day it would rain appointment cards--you know, like the ones you get from the dentist--for those who were infected, giving them the date and time that they would turn. I got one, and ran home crying to tell my parents, and I couldn't find my sister nor could I reach any of my friends, and then my dad told me to go to my room, and he told me to close my eyes and go to sleep as he put the barrel of a shotgun against my temple. I woke up crying, even though in retrospect it was a rather silly dream.

This troper’s earliest nightmare occurred when she was 3-4. (Switching perspective) I couldn’t move, and was gripped with paralyzing fear, and the dream cut to a series of different images, all of gritty, windowed enclosures, the sort of thing you’d see at a reptile hall, filled with dirt with a wide, visible tunnel. Sometimes the tunnel had demented-looking plastic dinosuars. I don’t remember if the other tunnels had anything. Each of these were punctuated with a sort of evil laughter mixed with this horrific, inhuman shriek of pain. Later I was placed in a demonic version of my room, still immobile, with large reptiles slowly creeping forward to eat me. When I suddenly awoke, I couldn’t get back to sleep for hours. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would see this turtle/snake/dinosaur thing creeping closer to me. The odd thing about this is that I’m not afraid of reptiles and never was.

This troper had a nightmare where she can see the planet Saturn was falling right on Earth. Yep a dream where the world was ending.

I was exploring an abandoned railroad with some friends, and they told me the tale of an engineer who died in an accident on said railroad. As we were passing through a tunnel, I heard a train whistle, and we rushed to get out. The train turned out to be a military train armed with cannons and machine guns, driven by the engineer's ghost. I ran for cover, but the machine guns shot me to death.

I used to frequently dream of having SuperDrowningSkills.

With my CPAP machine, I occasionally have false awakenings (or is it sleep paralysis?) where the machine goes up to max pressure, threatening to burst my lungs, and it won't let me exhale and I can't take the mask off. Sometimes, my eyes are stuck partially open in SP episodes.

This troper had a nightmare about a giant dog that attacked him and was about to eat his head off in one bite.

I subverted this. I had a dream where I was chased by a sereal killer, but I won. I worked together with some other people and we rigged a booby trap with dynamite and killed him.

Me again. Just last night I had an...odd dream that went right into this. In it, a man and a woman (characters from the South African soap opera ''Generations'') were on a blanket in a park, at night-time, getting freaky with one another. Then the woman playfully crawled on her hands and knees into some nearby bushes in a faux attempt to escape the man's advances - only to let out one blood-curdling scream because she'd stumbled upon a shallow grave-pit with dismembered and beheaded corpses half-buried and strewn all about the area. Major FanDisservice, that.

I dreamt that a friend of mine was killed and her naked corpse dumped on my home street. Luckily I found out she was still alive in real life.

This troper vividly remembers a dream from when she was three or four. She was trapped in a very small room roughly the size of, let us say, a truck. There were no windows or doors. The walls, ceiling and floor were composed of stark white walls with evenly-placed, dark holes. Inside, I was crammed in with with maybe 15-ish late-middle aged to elderly women, all of whom were dressed perfectly normally, carrying handbags and the like. After a short while, a man began to talk over a loudspeak or.. something, calmly explaining the procedure for... whatever was going on; we were to sit quietly and wait as poisonous gas seeped in through the holes in the walls, and that we would die within 5-20 minutes or so. They all began to read, or hum, or stare quietly into space. I panicked and tried to ask the woman next to me what was happening. She calmly pulled a gameboy color and a game out of her handbag and handed it to me, told me to be quiet, and went back to reading her book. I kept freaking out, and woke up a few minutes later. The implications of this dream are pretty disturbing, in retrospect- old ladies and a small child trapped in a small room, all to be killed via poison gas... jeez. Strangely enough, I only realized this recently. In a way, this dream probably led to how I am now....

This troper once dreamt of being trapped in a hell-like dimension, fighting a demon similar to the FinalBoss of ''SilentHill''. After defeating the monster, the dimension started collapsing on itself, and like the BadEnding of ''SH1'', there was no escape. A more recent nightmare involved faceless mannequins appearing everywhere, and I knew that those who looked at them too long would be turned into mannequins themselves, like a relic from SCPFoundation.

[=Mcb01932=]: Remember my stories of nightmares from my childhood? Well, I had my first real nightmare in several years last night (I'm 17), and it was an extremely bizarre and freaky MindScrew. I have no idea what caused it, but it may have something to do with reading the entries for ''{{Coraline}}'' and CreepyBasement before bed.\\ First, I was lying in bed. In my dream, I was having trouble sleeping because I had suddenly gained a memory that someone had told me about a freaky dream they had, in detail, before I went to bed. Then, still in the dream, I fell asleep, entering another dream.\\ I had the exact same nightmare that the unknown person had described to me. I was still in bed, but was visited by a ghostly jester who informed me that I would have to pass three terrifying tests for an unknown reason (I already knew what they were from the memory). I could not remember the first test. In the second test, I had to stop a monster behind my bed from killing me without looking. As part of the final test, I had to walk through the closet into another, creepy part of the house. When he explained the first test, I didn't know what he meant at first. The monster spun me around; he looked like a huge, muscular humanoid with an extremely deformed face. He screamed at me and I woke up, but I was still in the dream. I passed the test by putting up my hands when I felt a weird presence (don't ask; it's hard to explain). The monster and jester disappeared, and I knew what to do next. I got out of bed and walked into the closet. The person had told me that the closet was the scariest part, but it wasn't too bad, just creepy. At this point, I actually knew I was dreaming, and I wanted to wake up, fast. Something deep inside told me that it was going to get worse. A creepy woman walked past me, eying me suspiciously. As I turned a corner, the hallway changed from a mansion to a hospital/school hallway. I saw two vaguely human shadowy figures standing in a room at the end of the hall. As I began to walk toward them, I suddenly woke up for real.\\ Something tells me that my own mind had ended the dream. I had just realized I was dreaming and feared what horrors would lie ahead in the area behind the closet door. If the dream had not ended there...well, I don't even want to think about what kind of hell that dream could have become. Just thinking about this possibility scares the hell out of me, even more than the dream itself. The mysterious man had told me earlier that the closet was the scariest part, and he was probably right. I had never seen what he had been talking about.

One night, I had this dream: I, a man, ran through a corridor with white walls and concrete floor, clutching a baby doll-baby in my arms. The birdbone-thin woman (a pale brunette) running behind me, barefeet and white night-shirt, was captured by our pursuers as I turned left 'round a corner. I wanted to save her but there wasn't time; They knew I had betrayed our Boss. I kept running and came to a dead end, but walked through a transparent wall to the right, then left again. This silent patch of corridor ended in an elevator, and in the left wall there were two doors. I ripped the baby doll-baby in half and threw one piece through each doorway. As I locked the doors I knew that it –she– would now be safe. Then I entered the elevator and ascended through the building, and I could see all the corridors and the people looking for me and I knew for a fact that it was over. The lift came to a halt, and I walked out into a hallway where a ramp curved upwards to the left and the exit was to the right. Facing me was a rectangular archway – and a suitclad man. I wlked towards the exit but another man, descending from a thin flight of metal stairs by the elevator, ran up behind me. I felt cold metal against my neck, and in a low wail I begged him: "Please-please-please!". They led me through the rectangular doorway into a huge room where a group of people stod gathered for a photograph. In the front-center of the group was a wheel-chair, that belonged to the now dead Boss. They made me sit down. There was no fussing – we didn't want to alarm the musicians packing up to our right. Yet I knew that I would be executed, shot, and my death would be in a picture. I looked at the old camera – old like the ones from the late 1800's, with a tripod and a cloth. I looked at the mosaik plates 'round the doorway. All were brightly coloured and partly transparent; some were a golden yellow, others a cold red, others yet a greenish blue. And then I could only look at the gun. I saw the trigger being pulled. A woman's voice behind me said "Smile". I smiled. The shot was fired. But unlike most dreams were I die, I didn't wake up. I couldn't see. I felt blood trickle down my forehead and the woman covering it with her hands –to not alert the joking and laughing musicians, remember? I couldn't see. I couldn't breathe and coughed blood; "Now, now! No coughing!" said the woman. I tried to hide my blood with my hands. I couldn't see. And then I woke up. Several times that day I would feel the blood trickle down my forhead, and I would feel weak and sick, and shiver.

Another dream was equally sickening to me, but still the opposite of the dream described above. In this nightmare, I was a murderer. I recall hiding someones head in a bundle of sheet cloth – and forcing someone against the wall outside my (real) room, next to the staircase. I began to strangle him and his artery burst. Blood covered my hands and face, and swooshed in a wave across the floor. The puddle was several centimeters deep. And perhaps more sickening than the blood was the guilt.

Not really a nightmare, but I consider it to be one: I was in this office's snackroom wearing a Porta-Potty costume (no idea why) when Ralph Macchio suddenly appears from a puff of smoke and there were cream pies sitting on the table. Macchio then instructed me to throw the pies at this alligator who was wearing a green bowtie and a weird teal hat. So I threw the pies and after all 15 pies were gone I approached the alligator and it gave me a big hug. "That's not a nightmare!" you say? Well, it left me confused and crying when I woke up, so that is a nightmare to me!

This troper regularly has strange and weird dreams. Twisted shadows coming from mirrors, uncanny voices whispering in his ear (usually they start whispering BEFORE he falls asleep), undead children, body horrors, blood, guts and meat forming strange structures, lovecraftian geometries, and sometimes even things completely incomprehensible in normal condition. Closest word to call it would be abstract concepts, not even images. Definitely qualifies for nightmare dreams. Though he is completely unafraid and feels at home. And since early childhood nothing was ever able to harm him in his dreams. And he always knows it.

This one only remembers a few dreams, but among the most memorable were me being tricked into killing one of my dogs, me pulling aside my pillow to discover a nest of gigantic ants in the space between my bed and my wall, and a picture of my brother on a swing turning grotesque and white-eyed (that one courtesy of an internet Screamer earlier that day, fucking Liquid Generation...)

This Troper has had several nightmares that have woken her up in the middle of the night, however, this one is the scariest she can ever remember having: I'm at my grandmother's house. It's dark out, just past dusk. I walk over to the front porch, and pick up a set of I-Pod headphones sitting on the stoop. I pick them up and put them in my ears. A low voice, no more than a whisper, says through the headphones ''"Wrong...wrong...wrong...wrong"'' over and over again. I pick up the other end of the chord...and it's not plugged into anything. I pull out the earbuds, but keep on hearing it, ''"Wrong...wrong...wrong...wrong..."'' never changing pitch, never getting louder. I run towards the driveway, and suddenly find myself in a long, wide hallway with my parents. I start crying and hugging them, trying to tell them what's happening while the voice keeps on repeating in my head. We suddenly look to one end of the corridor, and the big door at the end starts to open. A bright light spills out, consuming us...then nothing.

This troper had one of these, and it was, by far, the scariest dream I've ever had. It started out fairly normally: I was in my social studies class, when all of a sudden, some kid threw a chair and broke the window. I lifted the blind to see the damage, and my friend Kristen (who isn't in that class with me) was there. She asked, "Hey, is anybody here really afraid of the dark?" Right then, it turned into what can only be considered a MindScrew. The "camera", I guess you could say, started racing all over the freaking place, and people were talking about who-knows-what, though I'm fairly certain it was about... a certain suit clad humanoid. Then, everything turned black, and all I could do was hear. I heard voices saying things like "there's no escape" and "he will find you", and I got this weird pressure in my ears. Every so often, I'd see what looked like a man in a suit coming closer, and closer... and then it just ended. I haven't been able to sleep since.

This Troper has reoccurring nightmares of grotesque creatures in my room. They never really do anything but they fill her with intense dread. She's even made a list of descriptions of what they look like!

I still dream of accidentally leaving a door unlocked and someone coming into my house. Although I've never been robbed, I have occasionally left a door unlocked at night.