nightmares Christy She told me to scold you for not saving me in my nightmares last night. I told her you weren't in control of my dreams, but she wouldn't believe me. Do you really camp out in my mind at night? 000301 ... MollyGoLightly When I was 5 i dreamed that my backyard opened up and swallowed me. The hole dropped me into a parallel universe where my backyard had a HUGE jungle gym with tons of kids playing on it. My house was a store that sold only bottled water. 000321 ... misstree somewhat detached, being chased, dismembered, taunted, drowned, watching the world burn and all my loves crumble... but when i wake, i relish the experience for its surrealistic depth 000730 ... klarchen The other night I had a drean that the blather people changed the html so that the colour scheme of blather switched from soothing blue/purple/indigo to screaming lime green/brown/red. 000730 ... klarchen i had a dreaM, yes that's it. 000730 ... cheeze am i asleep or am i awake. i lay here and stare in to a constant space. is it a dream or is it a nightmare. how can you judge whether it is one or the other. do you judge it on its outcome. whether it is a good or a bad finish to a non realistic world. they say that dreams come true. well do nightmares too. 010302 ... abms i just want them to go away. leave me alone!!!! 010405 ... devotchka "images in my childhood dreams, relentless, sordid. i never understood why. the same dream, or nightmare rather, each time, but successively more confusing. i stand alone on the plank, gray darkness surrounds me. it would be a never-ending decent. the place is filled with a sense of loneliness, and i, of vertigo. my body paralyzed with fear, as my mind begins to race. where am i? why? from somewhere, moaning. voices i slowly become aware of. the sound tenbrous, and some pleading and crying. sight. i finally see the origin of these sounds. hideous and old. i'm helpless. something nudges me from behind. i'm clumsy, and I fall. taken away from the plank, and the door behind it; my only source of light. i'm afraid of the dark. as i fall, bodies trapped in the wall extend their arms and reach for me. i cry. what do they want? i'm just barely out of reach. i keep falling into a never-ending pit. my light fades away, and a purpose never revealed. 010405 ... Teddybear not having any friends, that was once the worst nightmare of all 010405 ... Mark A. Tutty Is there anybody out their? 011214 ... Markopolo The White Woman 011214 ... ponder on this the seamstress the black dress with ruffles the orgy circle the pigs the blood 011214 ... reitoei i used to have this recurring dream of a bizzare nightmarish desert landscape. i dont really know what was so scary. it was the texture. everything was sandy but smooth and sepia toned. i was in a factory making balls. and some kind of unseen dictator controlled me. and then after a few years it died and nothing but the sand and ruins and i was left and i was to rule that place but i did not want to. i had it for about 5 years when i was a kid. and then i dreamed again of the desert last month after years of unremembered dream. it is still empty. weird. 020210 ... Freak The owls. They're always there. Rubbing my arms and legs with melted butter so they could eat me alive. Why were the doors to the house locked? Why would they never let me inside away from these nightmares? 020429 ... stork daddy ever have the one where you suspect that some corner of the world has been changed drastically, but you don't know where it is? And you live in constant uncertainty and each new thing you come across you suspect is that thing that has been supernaturally transformed, but you can't really tell since you weren't accquainted with the original, if there were an orignal. whoa, i'm creeping myself out already 020429 ... indie.chickadee I've only had one in my whole life...is that weird? I guess if you have a good life then you have a lot of nightmares and if you have a crappy life like me you almost never have nightmares. 020508 ... RedArmageddon Do you still dream about losing your teeth and the oppressing sun sweating you down on the sidewalk? Why didn't you ever ask me what my nightmares were? Everyday. 031113 ... phil being unable to run from my fears kicking the air inches above the ground like some roadrunner cartoon all the mean people in my life that I can't stop creeping closer and closer 031113 ... SW Never ending loops. Running and running and running, and never getting anywhere. Lost. Alone. Except for the occasional terrifying figure in the corner. I had two tonight. In two hours. This is why I don't sleep. I bet you didn't k now that. Whenever I close my eyes in the dark, they're waiting. Ut's alright to sleep in the day, but at night... All the worst things in the world come out of their hiding places and creep into my brain. Haunting, and screaming, and staying until I wake up gasping with the covers twisted around me, drowning in my sweat. They used to all be the same. Same buildings, same sceanarios, same evil. Now they switch on me so that I never know what to expect. Just that I won't like it. 040402 ... emmi i dreamt that there was a ghost at the bottom of the staircase i dreamt that i had to leap across a river to be with you 040829 ... Webley in a nightmare every choice you make is a wrong one. 040911 ... Abused When i sleep i dream of candy floss and lollipops, of safety and of childhood. Then i wake up to the bruises, the cuts, the pain, the blood, the anger, the unceasing terror. When i wake up the nightmare begins. 050322 ... Tenra when i dream i fly, when i wake i cry. Life is the only nightmare. 050322 ... emmi about buying scissors and walking on broken bottles and flying without wings or a parachute but i wake up with real bruises and scars... does that mean i didn't dream it? 060627 ... Casey Last night I dreamed I was rogue spy infiltrating a nazi gathering. I forgot the nazi national anthem and I was tortured and killed. 060628 ... hsg I've had very intense nightmares my entire life. mother said as a child I'd scream, terrified in my sleep. upon awakening I'd just stare. at times I refused to sleep. at first I didn't understand sleep but had a vague idea that if I did, I'd never awake. I tried to just not sleep. other times I'd follow my thoughts and how they connected to other thoughts. I became able to follow quite far both forwards and backwards. 061016 ... hsg I began controlling my dreams around 13y/o. did it for years on & off. didn't even know there was such a thing as lucid_dreaming then. eventually I just stopped because I never "rested" my thoughts. it felt like I was always awake & it was draining. ten years late I found "the ultimate lucid dreaming manual" on the net. it was very helpful. extensive & exhaustive physical exercise allowed me to go Wake Into Lucid Dreaming (WILD). as my body became exhausted from having fasted, and biked 157 miles without rest, I was able to rest on a bed and instantly dream. my exhausted muscles allowed their disengagement from my mind. all my attention was turned to what's inside. I was listening to, a_warm_place by nin. I had a vision. I noticed that I was "pure spiritual energy". I knew that in such a state I could choose a body, any type of vehicle as an expression of energy. I was looking out in the distance.......... 061016 ... hsg I "chose" to become a flower. instantly my field of vision was occupying two places at once. I was under the soil "looking around" & I was still looking out in the distance as I had been before. the original self felt like a "supervisor" of a construction project of sorts. as my projected soul looked around in the soil, I couldn't help but to clearly remember my purpose. there was absolutely no doubt or confusion. I "chose_to_become_a_flower". I found the necessary pieces around me and put myself together. I knew before I chose my expression of life that it would be wise and convenient to choose a simple model. this would serve as a clear example for any future endeavors. I put myself together and simply bloomed! I knew I could again and not only could but thIS the destiny of all life again & again. bloom as ye will, harm none. this is bliss. knowing you cannot die-that life is the ability to choose. that happiness is the universes final solution to death. things don't go from life to death. we become more alive or we just start over again & again until we get the point... so thr -or- falls away. we become more alive. 061016 ... Floptolemy In one recurring dream I run up to a computer console and access the internet going straight to Blather and on the list of the day's blathes it only says empty_unknown_guest_add_guestbook_miss_joyful and how_big_is_blather and so I look at the previous day's entries and its the same over and over day after day and I begin a frustrating search only to discover that it has been twenty-something years since someone blathed under anything other than these false, dishonored Words... ... I awake in a cold sweat, panting. Gasping. Oh, and farting. 061017 ... e_o_i I have some interesting ones. 070129 ... clarification ...nightmares, I mean; the farts are rather boring 070129 ... epitome of incomprehensibility My bad dreams suffer from genre confusion. They're trying to be horror but they really end up as black comedy. Cases in point: 1. (Context: soon after the Dawson shooting last year.) While I was in the John Abbott library, a rather nebulous figure shot me four times in the face. I felt pain in my eyes, nose, and mouth. I ran to one of the computers, logged on the school's interactive site, and begged a school nurse for help, thinking I would die otherwise. She/he told me that I'd better stay where I was. I was furious. Wasn't the system designed to HELP people in an emergency? I then ran to the bathroom, where a glance in the mirror told me I only had a nosebleed. 2. I had barricaded myself behind a locked door. Apparently I had done something wrong and was hiding from my parents. I heard my father talking with a friend of his from Pakistan (someone from real life). The friend told my dad that I was probably a terrorist and should be arrested right away. Being from Pakistan, he said, made him know about such things. They then pushed their way in and started to drag me away, but I woke up. 3. Another one with parents. This when I was younger, about 14 maybe. My mother came into my room, intending to have a serious talk with me. I covered my ears, knowing there was this word I was dreading to hear. Then she said it. "Dorval". I fell off my bed, trembling and feeling genuinely faint. (Dorval is merely a suburb of Montreal, Quebec.) 4. Setting: the park near my house, at night. I was walking by when I ran into a few teenage boys. For some reason I had this idea that they were part of a KKK-like group (or was I just discriminating against them because they all were white?) and I asked them disapprovingly what kind of things they liked to do. One of them said, very matter-of-fact, "Well, we rape women and then donate their clothes to the Salvation Army." I didn't believe them but I was scared, knowing they meant to threaten me. The guy took a suitcase he was holding--I saw that it was really my travel case--and opened it up to show a bunch of neatly folded pants, shirts, and underwear, which were also recognizable as mine. Then I saw that he had a badge that said "SA" in bright letters. Upon which I awoke. 5. This one was quite recent. I was at some kind of mall with my cousin, who was only a toddler, significantly younger than she really is, and for some reason I was very angry and threw her down a set of stairs. Then, thinking I'd killed her, I ran down shrieking, "I don't want to die! And I don't want to live!" She was alive but seemed a little dazed, also a few years older. 6. Also quite recent and inexplicable. I was in Concordia University now, in the Student Services centre, and I was faced with a large computer that was designed to help me "with all my academic needs". (Tip: don't trust computers. Remember HAL 9000.) I was supposed to look up something boring and financial, but I was drawn towards two options on the menu screen. They were "Relax" and "Fall in love". I tried "Relax" first. A red light started pulsing, which had an oddly hypnotic soothing quality, but I soon decided this was too strange and stopped the program. Then I clicked on "Fall in love" just for fun. Without warning, I felt several jolts on my chest and everything went black. I tried to get a bearing on where I was, but I was caught in that in-between state where I was neither really awake of asleep. Then I did awaken, and was considerably spooked. 7. I will end on a lighter note. In this one I had to hide a bunch of children because there was a War going on, and the Enemies were going to come in airplanes and Bomb us. For some reason we were all inside a church. Then a little girl asked in a characteristically high-pitched voice, "Couldn't we give them lollipops?" Apparently to pacify them. But this is probably my unconsious mind's rip-off of The Sound of Music (which was nice the first 300 times, but after that...) 080316 ... epitome of incomprehensibility My bad dreams suffer from genre confusion. They're trying to be horror but they really end up as black comedy. Cases in point: 1. (Context: soon after the Dawson shooting last year.) While I was in the John Abbott library, a rather nebulous figure shot me four times in the face. I felt pain in my eyes, nose, and mouth. I ran to one of the computers, logged on the school's interactive site, and begged a school nurse for help, thinking I would die otherwise. She/he told me that I'd better stay where I was. I was furious. Wasn't the system designed to HELP people in an emergency? I then ran to the bathroom, where a glance in the mirror told me I only had a nosebleed. 2. I had barricaded myself behind a locked door. Apparently I had done something wrong and was hiding from my parents. I heard my father talking with a friend of his from Pakistan (someone from real life). The friend told my dad that I was probably a terrorist and should be arrested right away. Being from Pakistan, he said, made him know about such things. They then pushed their way in and started to drag me away, but I woke up. 3. Another one with parents. This when I was younger, about 14 maybe. My mother came into my room, intending to have a serious talk with me. I covered my ears, knowing there was this word I was dreading to hear. Then she said it. "Dorval". I fell off my bed, trembling and feeling genuinely faint. (Dorval is merely a suburb of Montreal, Quebec.) 4. Setting: the park near my house, at night. I was walking by when I ran into a few teenage boys. For some reason I had this idea that they were part of a KKK-like group (or was I just discriminating against them because they all were white?) and I asked them disapprovingly what kind of things they liked to do. One of them said, very matter-of-fact, "Well, we rape women and then donate their clothes to the Salvation Army." I didn't believe them but I was scared, knowing they meant to threaten me. The guy took a suitcase he was holding--I saw that it was really my travel case--and opened it up to show a bunch of neatly folded pants, shirts, and underwear, which were also recognizable as mine. Then I saw that he had a badge that said "SA" in bright letters. Upon which I awoke. 5. This one was quite recent. I was at some kind of mall with my cousin, who was only a toddler, significantly younger than she really is, and for some reason I was very angry and threw her down a set of stairs. Then, thinking I'd killed her, I ran down shrieking, "I don't want to die! And I don't want to live!" She was alive but seemed a little dazed, also a few years older. 6. Also quite recent and inexplicable. I was in Concordia University now, in the Student Services centre, and I was faced with a large computer that was designed to help me "with all my academic needs". (Tip: don't trust computers. Remember HAL 9000.) I was supposed to look up something boring and financial, but I was drawn towards two options on the menu screen. They were "Relax" and "Fall in love". I tried "Relax" first. A red light started pulsing, which had an oddly hypnotic soothing quality, but I soon decided this was too strange and stopped the program. Then I clicked on "Fall in love" just for fun. Without warning, I felt several jolts on my chest and everything went black. I tried to get a bearing on where I was, but I was caught in that in-between state where I was neither really awake of asleep. Then I did awaken, and was considerably spooked. 7. I will end on a lighter note. In this one I had to hide a bunch of children because there was a War going on, and the Enemies were going to come in airplanes and Bomb us. For some reason we were all inside a church. Then a little girl asked in a characteristically high-pitched voice, "Couldn't we give them lollipops?" Apparently to pacify them. But this is probably my unconsious mind's rip-off of The Sound of Music (which was nice the first 300 times, but after that...) 080316 ... e_o_i Besides, they apparently repeat themselves. Gah. 080316 what's it to you? who go blather from