Hey Pandas, What's The Nightmare You've Never Forgotten? (Closed)

It's a dream that scared the life out of everyone in my house.
I remember being dragged by a woman named Gail into a freezing, death black place. I kept screaming at her to release me. I was not going there, etc. At the top of my lungs. I grabbed onto something to keep me in the light.
Then I woke up, panting, sweating & scared.
I had a death grip on my husband's leg, just around his knee, since my body was falling off the bed.He was trying to back up to the headboard with a white face. My 2 son's, one late teen and the other early 20's, plus a girlfriend were standing in the doorway scared as hell.
When I asked them about it, they said I was screaming some foreign language with a very scary male demon voice.
My husband left 1 1/2 hour early for work, and no one else wanted to be around me. I have had insomnia since.

My brother and I are on an old-fashioned rollercoaster. It creaks and groans on the way up and hits the first curve with a jolt. The second curve is incredibly sharp and the car doesn't make it. It tips all the passengers out and we tumble towards the ground. Bodies split like watermelons fired from a cannon and I wake up screaming as I watch my brother explode.
Over 60 years later, I still cannot look at a rollercoaster without being terrified.

The only time I've had sleep paralysis. Never forgetting that feeling.

Recurring nightmares:
1) as a child I had a cartoon dream where I was watching a butterfly gracefully glide down a road with a bright, colorful sky and green grass with flowers on the side. The scene felt warm and comforting... Until! The butterfly approached the top of a hill and suddenly, I had a sense of dread. As soon as the butterfly crested over the hill everything turned to black and white and when the butterfly went down the other side of the hill, there was a broken down little shack on the side of the road. As soon as I saw that, it was pure terror and I woke up screaming. I had that nightmare dozens of times. I think I only had it at my Grandma's house, which was haunted (got proof), so that may have been the cause.
#2) The infamous, and reportedly most common recurring dream (in varying forms): Finding myself in a university class at the end of the semester and realizing that I hadn't gone the whole time and didn't do any of the work or study for the tests. It was the last class I needed to graduate. Always, fully believed it was real, even for a minute after I woke up. Extremely disturbing. I was shocked later on in life how many people have this, but happy to report that I successfully graduated with honors IRL.

After my husband had a stroke and was pronounced brain dead the hospital misplaced his body for 10 agonizing days. Each night, until he was finally released to the funeral home I had a dream in which he was trying to tell me something but due to the stroke his ability to communicate clearly was destroyed.

I would try and guess what he was saying, the only thing he said that I understood was, "NO!!" while making a sweeping arm gesture. I would guess again, it would be wrong as well. This only angered him further and I would be crying, "Please, baby! I can't understand you! I'm trying!" I would keep guessing, it was always wrong, he kept angrily shouting "NO!" before spewing more garbled speech.

I would awaken, hysterically crying only to feel a fleeting moment of relief that it was just a dream. This was quickly followed by the horrifying realization that I had just lost my husband. From a nightmare, straight into a nightmare I couldn't awaken from.

I keep dreaming that I go into a stadium that is filled with balls(like a giant ball pit), and I fall in, and my mom tries to help me up, but the more I move the more we both age.Every time, I wake up crying and go to hug someone or a stuffed animal or something.

ok so I was 5 or 6 and it was alwase the same I was in my room with a parrot and some friends suddenily everyone eyes turned a bright glowing red. It got dark I ran out of my room because my friends where trying to kill me. And then An angel flashed in my vision andit was over. (this is my first time posting)

When I was 6 years old I was sitting down for story time with my school class. I was getting cramp so adjusted my leg and let out a world ending fart in front of everyone. I'm 43 now and it still sends shivers down my spine. This might not be an answer that the question intended but the was a nightmare I've never forgotten.

Warning: discusses trauma and suicide

When I was about three I began having a recurring dream that I was a bit older, and in a classroom sitting at a desk. The teacher would ask questions but I was frozen still and couldn't raise my hand. The the fire alarm went off, and everyone got up and lined up and walked out, and I was still stuck. Once they were gone, the walls started to close in, and I was still stuck, until the walls had closed past the doors. Finally I'd be free to move, but there was no way out. Then, spikes would grow out the walls, huge metal spikes, and the ceiling would fly off, and I could see the blue sky above. So I'd start climbing the spikes, get nearly to the top, walls still closing....then one of the spikes would impale me through the temple and I'd die. The end.

Except, it wasn't the end. I had that dream at least once week from the the time I was three (when my life was actually pretty lovely) until the first day of fifth grade, new school, walked into the classroom and it was *identical* to the one in my dream, down to the decorations on the wall and placements of the desks. Turns out, that was by far the worst year of my childhood, from bullying at school, to escalated abuse at home, to a creepy predator that stalked me when I tried to play outside. That year was so bad I actually attempted suicide twice.

I was being murdered by a freaking red panda, and a capybara saved me. At first the red panda was being nice to me, but it was only to gain my trust and then murder me.

me being chased by a giant dinosaur that gets bigger the faster i run :)

I was 5 or 6. I had a dream that I was running in a maze and there was a giant red ball rolling after me. I had to make it out of the maze before being squashed by the ball or my dad would die. It’s the only nightmare I’ve ever remembered.

Mine is kinda stupid, and it scared me for literally a week.

So basically there was a cult for people who supported a demon named Big Bertha. Yes. The name was Big Bertha. I was 7. Anyway, there is a mark that you get when you join the cult. So one day, my mom, my brother, and I were going to go to the grocery store. We went out onto our driveway, and my friend was there. She ran up to me and stuck the mark onto my arm. I freaked out, but my mom and brother didn't notice for some reason. Okay so fast forward to after we ate dinner. For some reason, we were in a hotel. All of a sudden, a gaping hole opened in the ceiling, and Big Bertha's hand shot through nd grabbed me. I started screaming, and my brother pulled on my legs so hard, that he saved me.

After this nightmare I stuck by my brother's side for a week, and couldn't be by myself or that friend that gave me the mark.

P.S. The name Big Bertha came from and episode of "The Lous House", where one of the sisters Lana had a plunger named Big Bertha.

I'm walking down a flight of stairs. Suddenly, a wooden door opens into a basement. My heart's racing so hard I feel sick. This is an image of my childhood home... And then from the basement emerge the worst horde of faceless zombies ever. Some run. Some lurch. I can escape none. And then I screw awake. It recurs less often now, but from my 20s to my late 40s, it was at least once a week.

I had a traumatic childhood, abandoned at age 2 then adopted by grandparents. I had a recurring dream of myself in the back seat of my grandmother's Oldsmobile as it sped along the highway...with no driver. I was terrified. Now I know it was my brain expressing how helpless I felt and how I had no control over what was happening to me. No psychologist needed to figure that one out.

I dreamt that my pillow was marble.
I know it doesn't sound like a nightmare, but the feeling was horrific. Every time I laid my head down it felt like the marble pillow was slowly pushing through my head. Pressing like a one-sided vice. I could not stop trying to rest my head, stop the pressure, stop the crushing slow inward invasion. It is the only time I remember having a nightmare based on a tactile feeling and throughout felt wide awake. That nightmare has stayed with me for over 35 years.

I think the first one was tied to a haunting - if not, well, it was still terrifying (and recurring). I'm about 6 when it happened and stopped when we moved - but I'm laying in bed, and facing the walk, and I hear a familiar creaking of an ill maintained metal wheel on the wood floor, and a thump of heavy, dead legged steps, a rasping of what I know...to be behind me now, at the edge of the bed, watching me, as I'm suddenly watching from the top ceiling corner of the room. An ancient broken-necked old crone, rasping a breath every time she used one of her bony, dessicated old claws to jerk her head upright, standing by an old Victorian Era cart of medical equipment. She's whispering that she hopes I'm a bad boy and moves, so she can carve the all bad out and make me a good boy, even if there's nothing left when she's done. I lay there for what feels like hours, not moving, trying to not even breathe, until sunlight starts lighting the wall, when she lets out a raspy, disappointed sigh and says that she'll come back again tomorrow, and she will get to carve away the sinful bad out of me, and that she only has to catch me once. She turns, pushing the cart away with the sickeningly familiar raspy-breath jerk crack of lufting her head carts-queak thump, down the hallway, I hear a door close and know I'm safe now. I was exhausted for the whole time I was having this.

Another nightmare, different house, dreamt that Christ pulled himself off the old crucifix in the living room, grew to full man-size, clung to the ceiling in my bedroom and would tell me how I should embrace him, because once I 'fed on his flesh, he could feed on my soul'

The other one at that house was a stampede of phantom wild undead horses tearing immaterially through the house -again, stopped when I changed houses

The most modern and recent - I'm standing in an open clearing, surrounded by everyone I've ever loved in any capacity at all, the skies are overcast with shafts of sunlight breaking through, with the smell of damp earth in the wind. I start to move towards them, or they to me, and when they get within fingertip reach, they suddenly and completely die, decay and collapse into an old, mouldering corpse, and more of them push in to try and reach me, and they all die, and somehow, it's my fault. The song "Tsukiyaki" by 4PM is playing now, over the wind, and I'm alone. I know I have to bury them all, so, bare-handed, I scrape out holes for each one, hearing them beg me to help them as I cover them, until they're all lain to rest. But there's one hole left - for me. I stand at the edge, and it widens to pull me in, then all the dead ones crawl atop me and I slowly rot away, with all the sensations intact.

(One of the sleep paralysis episodes is worse overall but I don't consider it a nightmare since I felt awake).

Both my mom and I have very vivid dreams/nightmares of teeth falling out when we're overly stressed. They are the most realistic dreams I've ever had and I always, always wake up and have to check if I still have teeth.

You know when you were little, and you put your hand into the toe of a sock, and made a mouth with it? I had a nightmare that I was being chased by hundreds of giant sock snakes, and then a huge blue one swallowed me. I was five, and it terrified me so much that I never forgot it, even though it's funny now.

I dreamed I was having a hysterectomy. I was in a waiting room, alone, and I could see what the surgeons were doing on a television across from me. I stood up and this fast beeping noise went off. I sat back down and the beeping slowed down. I said out loud, I wish they would be done already and wake me up. I heard a voice from across the room say, "You're not going to wake up. You didn't survive the surgery." I look up and see a black man sitting across the room. He told me to follow him. He went through a set of double doors and I followed him. There was a room full of old people and they looked almost angry, like I didn't belong there. As I looked to my left, I saw my husband sitting outside at a concrete table and he was crying to hard I could feel it in my chest (my husband doesn't cry). I hurried to follow the man into the next room. It looked like a cave but he led me to a book and told me to find my name on the book and the person next to me was the next person who would help me. The name "Jacob"was next to me (Jacob was the first name of my ex-husband's father, who was a minister). I realized what was going on at that moment. I said out loud that I needed to tell Mike (my husband-he is agnostic, like I am). I voice in my dream said I couldn't tell him; he had to find out on his own. I sank down in a chair because I realized my son would be devastated about what had happened. At that moment, an elevator was in front of me and Jacob gestured to me to follow him. At that moment I was up. I remember I could hear my husband in the shower and my heart was beating so hard.

I don't know what the dream means or if, maybe I died for a moment. But I have never forgotten that dream. Was it a nightmare? Somewhat. I am still agnostic so it didn't push me to believe in the traditional Christian god but it is just something that has stuck with me. This was about 15 years ago.