I had a nightmare last night that I was dying. Some weird disease was destroying my brain. I only had 1/3 of my brain functionality left, so I couldn't think clearly or remember a lot of stuff. At one point I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, and I was thinking, "This is it. This is my last bit of consciousness before I die." (I don't believe in any sort of afterlife.)
Oddly enough, I didn't die but felt somewhat better - enough so I could go driving around on a Segway.
I love the wonderfully bizarre logic and sequence of events in dreams.
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I once had a terrible nightmare that everybody in my school was turning into werewolves. The only place that was safe was on top of the lab tables in the science room.
I remember thinking that it was so scary that it would make a great horror movie, and as soon as I woke up, I went to write it down and realized just how silly it was.
I remember thinking that it was so scary that it would make a great horror movie, and as soon as I woke up, I went to write it down and realized just how silly it was.
I've had that thought (and reaction later) too.
I have so done that, too!
For me, though, the most uncomfortable dreams are the ones in which I have sex with someone I actually know IRL, and then once I've woken up and I see them the next day, I am convinced that they must know.
My long-playing nightmares include a foreign study trip for which I am unprepared, not packed, and late to the airport; cutting my hair, and committing adultery.
I have a fair number of nightmares where some irregularity is found on my high school transcripts, so I have to go back to high school and attend classes again.
When I remember what I dream it often involves me running away from something.
My recurring nightmares involve abandonment and not being prepared (not knowing my lines on opening night/not having a lesson planned/etc.)
I have recurring nightmares about going back to school. It is usually that I am in high school again. I can't remember where my locker is and I haven't been to class in ages and I don't know why. It's weird to me that the nightmares are set in high school, but I know that the anxiety comes from my thoughts about going back to college.
Hubby wakes me up from dreams where I'm thrashing around and making scared sounds, but it turns out I'm just living an episode of an action movie or something and I yell at him for interrupting. Really, though, running away from people who want to kill you because you've discovered their secret plan would be scary, though fun to watch on TV.
The dreams I wish he would wake me up from generally involve body parts coming off in my hand and me trying desperately to reattach them. Apparently tiny whimpers of dread don't wake him up.
