We all dream every night—they can be exciting, bizarre, sad, or even terrifying. The latest vividly stay in our memory, and might actually give other people nightmares!
I dreamed about a zombie. Share the scariest dream you have ever had, everyone!
#61
A reoccurring one I had.
It was like a video game and reality thing?
I would find an egg or a chick. Then I would put it into this tiny cage, and it would grow, but then (I didn't think it was so scary in the dream) it would look a bit like a feathered crab, but then turn back into a chicken. I would play with it and suddenly it could talk. For some reason it started this army, and whenever I tried to approach the chicken, it would snap at me or something so I couldn't go near it. Its voice sounded female, so I'll call it a she. She had a name and it was Betty I think.
Then I spun a wheel thing and got a dragon, and this dragon would stay with me. It was white and blue.
After that, I would have to do the process again, except I would accidentally kill the chick or smash the egg. I would then have to force whatever it was into this super tiny cage which I didn’t want it to go in.
At this time there would be a war of some sort, but I couldn’t do anything. This part I can’t remember so clearly because it’s a dream but what I remember was that Betty would be killed (with a lot of blood) and something made me super angry, there were these two really glittery ducks, and then I’d be speeding away on a motorcycle I think.
Anyways it was way creepier in the actual dream than my crappy explanation because of the blood and stuff.
It was like a video game and reality thing?
I would find an egg or a chick. Then I would put it into this tiny cage, and it would grow, but then (I didn't think it was so scary in the dream) it would look a bit like a feathered crab, but then turn back into a chicken. I would play with it and suddenly it could talk. For some reason it started this army, and whenever I tried to approach the chicken, it would snap at me or something so I couldn't go near it. Its voice sounded female, so I'll call it a she. She had a name and it was Betty I think.
Then I spun a wheel thing and got a dragon, and this dragon would stay with me. It was white and blue.
After that, I would have to do the process again, except I would accidentally kill the chick or smash the egg. I would then have to force whatever it was into this super tiny cage which I didn’t want it to go in.
At this time there would be a war of some sort, but I couldn’t do anything. This part I can’t remember so clearly because it’s a dream but what I remember was that Betty would be killed (with a lot of blood) and something made me super angry, there were these two really glittery ducks, and then I’d be speeding away on a motorcycle I think.
Anyways it was way creepier in the actual dream than my crappy explanation because of the blood and stuff.
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#62
In an attic, there's a body is lying on the floor.
The body has its stomach cut open, like in an autopsy.
I had to light with an stick-like lamp on the body so that a 50-something year old woman would see to make the cuts properly.
I looked away as she cuts, but my mum, who was standing next to me, said, "Aren't you going to take photos?"
I did it, with small tears in my eyes, because the body now belongs to my favourite teacher.
The woman folds the skin like a package.
I drop to my knees on the old floor, and look in horror when she has finished folding it.
Angrily I ask in a trembling voice; "What are you doing?"
The woman replied, "I'm dismembering".
I said, "Wouldn't you help her!?!" (With surgery?)
After I said that, I took a picture of the skin, as my mum previously said I should.
Shortly after, I hear a "sss" sound, as I look behind me, I see that there's gas coming out of a vent.
I'm now desperately trying to take photos of the "package", because I know I have to run.
As the gas is coming closer, I take a deep breath.
When the gas is close enough, I run downstairs.
The body has its stomach cut open, like in an autopsy.
I had to light with an stick-like lamp on the body so that a 50-something year old woman would see to make the cuts properly.
I looked away as she cuts, but my mum, who was standing next to me, said, "Aren't you going to take photos?"
I did it, with small tears in my eyes, because the body now belongs to my favourite teacher.
The woman folds the skin like a package.
I drop to my knees on the old floor, and look in horror when she has finished folding it.
Angrily I ask in a trembling voice; "What are you doing?"
The woman replied, "I'm dismembering".
I said, "Wouldn't you help her!?!" (With surgery?)
After I said that, I took a picture of the skin, as my mum previously said I should.
Shortly after, I hear a "sss" sound, as I look behind me, I see that there's gas coming out of a vent.
I'm now desperately trying to take photos of the "package", because I know I have to run.
As the gas is coming closer, I take a deep breath.
When the gas is close enough, I run downstairs.
Once there, I sit around a table, the one that's in my grandparent's kitchen.
Everyone in my family was in the room, which is a kitchen and living room combined.
I went to check outside. I opened the door but soon closed it for some reason. (I recall getting a BAD, BAD feeling about what's outside)
But after a while in front of the door, I went out.
Everyone in my family was in the room, which is a kitchen and living room combined.
I went to check outside. I opened the door but soon closed it for some reason. (I recall getting a BAD, BAD feeling about what's outside)
But after a while in front of the door, I went out.
It was windy - almost stormy - as well dark and scary.
The only sound was the wind, with it's usual whining/whistling sound.
I walked around the house, and there was this new hen house, which was lit up with a yellow light.
In the window of the hen house, was this rooster which looked off, since it didn't move. This made me feel pretty uncomfortable, since who'd place a silhouette of a rooster there, in a night-time storm?
The only sound was the wind, with it's usual whining/whistling sound.
I walked around the house, and there was this new hen house, which was lit up with a yellow light.
In the window of the hen house, was this rooster which looked off, since it didn't move. This made me feel pretty uncomfortable, since who'd place a silhouette of a rooster there, in a night-time storm?
I looked towards the forest - which is located roughly 400 meters / 1 312 feet from the house.
The forest was completely black, almost indistinguishable from the sky which was almost as dark, but you could still see the clouds moving from the strong winds.
The only thing separating the sky and forest was the faint light of the far-off city.
After a while, I heard this real ominous music, coming faintly from the dark forest.
It was the most infernal music, very unsettling and boding.
This gave me an uncomfortable feeling, so I got inside again.
I went in, to the table, and sat down.
On "TV" there were 7 or 8 small Germanic or Eastern European folkdolls with strange faces, which were colored pink & red, probably flayed.
They "teased" us with high-pitched voices.
The forest was completely black, almost indistinguishable from the sky which was almost as dark, but you could still see the clouds moving from the strong winds.
The only thing separating the sky and forest was the faint light of the far-off city.
After a while, I heard this real ominous music, coming faintly from the dark forest.
It was the most infernal music, very unsettling and boding.
This gave me an uncomfortable feeling, so I got inside again.
I went in, to the table, and sat down.
On "TV" there were 7 or 8 small Germanic or Eastern European folkdolls with strange faces, which were colored pink & red, probably flayed.
They "teased" us with high-pitched voices.
I asked "what does the gas do?" to my family.
When I came in from outside, everyone had lost their hair, I might mention.
In answer to my question, Dad said, "The nose falls off."
This made me freak out, and I said "Oh god, oh god, oh god" because I somehow knew this meant death.
I asked how he knew, and he replied that he'd talked on the phone with others who had lost their noses.
I then said "don't you die of that?"
"Yes, you do."
"...But! Shouldn't it be possible to do a skin transplant?"
"...Maybe so"
After a while, which seemed to be a "black out", I came back from outside.
Again, I walked to and sat down at the table.
Then I see dad's nose drooping.
Horrified, I point at it in and yelled "your nose is drooping!!".
It was just a little "loose", as if the cartilage and bone wasn't there.
When this happened, I thought about how they actually have managed to talk to others who have lost their noses.
Because they died, didn't they?
Then I get an actual vision of how in the room of a neighbor, there's two bodies lying face-down on the floor. Two creatures with moose skull faces and long dark hair stands over the bodies, one of which speaks on the phone.
This froze me with fear.
When I came in from outside, everyone had lost their hair, I might mention.
In answer to my question, Dad said, "The nose falls off."
This made me freak out, and I said "Oh god, oh god, oh god" because I somehow knew this meant death.
I asked how he knew, and he replied that he'd talked on the phone with others who had lost their noses.
I then said "don't you die of that?"
"Yes, you do."
"...But! Shouldn't it be possible to do a skin transplant?"
"...Maybe so"
After a while, which seemed to be a "black out", I came back from outside.
Again, I walked to and sat down at the table.
Then I see dad's nose drooping.
Horrified, I point at it in and yelled "your nose is drooping!!".
It was just a little "loose", as if the cartilage and bone wasn't there.
When this happened, I thought about how they actually have managed to talk to others who have lost their noses.
Because they died, didn't they?
Then I get an actual vision of how in the room of a neighbor, there's two bodies lying face-down on the floor. Two creatures with moose skull faces and long dark hair stands over the bodies, one of which speaks on the phone.
This froze me with fear.
End.
It makes no sense, but it was scary. Tenseness and fear was always there through it.
Sorry for the length, but I remember it so vividly.
Sorry for the length, but I remember it so vividly.
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#63
So, this happened around when I was 7-8. I was being chased by pretty much almost every murder character you can think of: Slender man, any fnaf character, hirobrien, freddy krueger, IT, and like 3 chinese urban legend character (not sure which ones tho). ngl, it was a pretty scary dream and I hope I will never have a dream like that again.
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