Hey Pandas, What Is The Scariest Dream You Have Ever Had? (Ended)

The scariest dream I ever had was being trapped inside a horror movie and being the victim.

me getting jump scared

I had a dream that I was in a weird, creepy store (target) and when i got in the elevator the lights turned off. the store was desinged with all kinds of weird layouts and what not and i can't remember the rest of it

The other night I dreamt that there was a secret room in my house. When I found a secret door to it, I found the remains of a tribe or something that got stuck in there. There were a ton of dead bodies and it freaks me out that I wasn't scared in the dream, or when I woke up. But the fact that that was what I dreamed about is unsettling.

Ok, so I must have been like 8 or 9 at this time so it was much scarier then. Anyway, all of my friends from grade school were hiding like they were playing a of hide and seek. I was playing with them. All of a sudden a metal solider (think Legend of Zelda dark night) grabbed my friend and shot them, obviously I ran and somehow I ended up in my childhood house hiding in the linen closet. As I started to wake up I heard the front door open, saw one of the soldiers walking towards me, and all of my friends from grade school screaming. Then everything went white and I woke up. So yeah, that scared 8/9 year old me. Kinda scares me now

I had a dream where for some reason, when I used the light switch in my room, it didn't work. I called out to my dad to come fix it. Assuming he was coming by the footsteps I heard, I turned around to tell him what had happened. Instead of my dad, it was a figure. I knew what it was. It was that... thing... It came up close to my face, its ripped mouth whispering in my ear. "1 19" I had woken up in a cold sweat. Nothing out of the ordinary. I had this dream about 2 weeks from when I'm typing this. I still don't know what it means. Please, if you think you know what this may mean, please tell me.

I had a dream about a post-apocalyptic world run by Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer.

I dreamed that I was playing cards with some friends of mine. then suddenly everything around us disappears. the only thing I could see were my friends and the floors looking like black water. the walls were gone so it looked like an endless expanse of nothingness. we looked around and then suddenly something comes out of the darkness. it looked like a big spider but with a longer body going upwards like Slenderman, and with milky white eyes. and with two long arms and long fingers, with a mouth with pointy sharp teeth. the thing chases us, and usually in my dreams when I'm running from something, I won't be able to run.. i just kinda feel like im wading through deep water.. I don't know why.. anyway, then even though I can run, I'm still moving forward and I'm going faster than my friends. They slow down, and the creature reaches my first friend, and the thing grabs them by their ankles. then it eats my friends leg.. and eats the rest of the body. we all try to run faster but it doesn't work. eventually the thing eats everyone except for me because I'm still running. it catches up to me and then the thing grabs me. then when its about to eat me I woke up..

First of all, my word, you guys have some freaky dreams!

In real life, it was the anniversary of 9/11, so before bed, me and my parents and siblings discussed 9/11, terrorists, etc. I was 12 or 13. I think that's what gave me the dream I had that night. In my dream, I was sitting in the backseat of the family van, and my mom was driving. We were alone on a narrow mountain road. Out of nowhere a guy on a lawnmower (the kind with the two handles you steer with, not a steering wheel) starts following us. He looked like a biker guy (long gray beard, leather jacket. Also no hate to biker ppl or anything) I knew he was a terrorist even though no one said anything. I told mom that the guy was following us but she didn't think it was a big deal. I blinked and the car was pretty much gone (just not there anymore), just the floor and seats and wheels, but no walls/sides or doors or anything. I told mom to speed up and she started getting nervous, but the lawnmower terrorist went faster to keep up with us. Eventually he pulled up next to the car, by this time me and mom were terrified. He pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the thigh and I died and then woke up.

Huh - at nearly sixty, I live on the same street where I grew up - have had the same dream for fifty years. It varies, but basically there's the growing realization that "they're going to find the body".

Got no idea why.

I was held at gunpoint for about two minutes.

I was running down alleys from a man with a gun. He shot my leg and I fell. I was trying to crawl away from him and at some point I turned around to look at him only to find his gun touching my forehead. I couldn't see his face, but the sound that exploded when he pulled the trigger woke me up instantly. My entire bed was wet from sweat and I was hyperventalating. The sound that I heard was the thunder outside. Ten years later I was walking to a tutoring job that my university helped me get so I could earn a little cash throughout the semester. I turned off the street into an alleyway and it was the same one from my dream. I hadn't even taken a step into it before calling and apologizing to the tutoring group that I would no longer be able to work at this particular location. I've avoided that side of the city for four years before graduating. It might be paranoia, but that nightmare still sits with me today. I've had snippets of my dream happen in real life. There is no way in hell I will test the theory on that nightmare.

I've had one really bad nightmare and it involved me at boarding school. I was being tied down in front of the whole school the set ablaze by the headmaster. The worst part was that the flames never burnt out or did my skin burn away which left me in constant blinding agony.
I was untied and forced to wander the school, ablaze and screaming out for mercy to be done and death to take me.

A truly horrific one that is terrifying to even think about. I generally have PTSD dreams of being chased & attacked, but this one was worse.

I was going to my house, and there were people working on the power lines behind it. They... fell into the pool with a live wire. Charred skin, dangling, twisted limbs... ugh.

I woke up and barfed, it was too real, too horrid.

i was at a show where a shark was doing tricks and somehow i slipped out of my seat and the shark slowly devoured me

i was taking a walk and a random snake shoots at me and kills me that gave me snake phobia

I became thanatophobic at five. Was at my aunts' house in Scotland (we live in GB) for the holiday. Had a nightmare about all the people I loved dying. They were just about to rise from the dead and try to kill me when I screamed myself awake. Now I always think about losing my family on a night, and that dream has made me scared as HELL at losing them. It was so sad... Where my friends only think about the here and now, I always think about how it will be when one of us dies... That dream messed my thought process up big time.

Last year I had a dream that a group of people were going on an adventure. They got to a point where they had to cross a river. There was a sign that said beware of alligators. In order to cross the river they had to walk across a thin dock. One person in the group fell in and I had to force myself awake.

I had quite the nightmare that no matter what I did, no matter what anyone did around me to stop it, Donald Trump was elected President of the US. I'm still trying to wake up.

As a child I had a reoccurring nightmare that I was being chased by the boulder in Indiana Jones while trapped in the "Lost Woods" from the original NES Zelda.

I have shivers just thinking of mine, oh God, here goes....

I am completely terrified of centipedes. Like phobia level totally irrational, complete historics.

I had a nightmare where I was lost in a DENSE jungle and a GIANT centipede gets tangled in my hair. I freaked out crying, trying to escape, ripping at my hair, running and running not watching where I was going. Then, I fall over a cliff, centipede still in my hair. As soon as I hit the ground in my dream I woke up with a jolt, sobbing. My husband had been trying to wake me because apparently I was thrashing in real life, kicking him. I couldn't be calmed down and couldn't sleep for a few nights after. Good Lord I hope I can sleep tonight.