Your bad dreams - revisited.
I don’t know about anywhere else, but over in the UK the word “nightmare” is tediously over-used. Traffic is a “nightmare”, work today was a “nightmare”. Yet, when REAL nightmares happen they can be far worse than any minor daily mishap.
In the clear-headed light of day, talking about your bad dreams seems a little twee – they’re not real, they didn’t happen and they never will. Yet that horrible, gnawing feeling inside your brain when the nightmare is actually happening, not to mention the real, genuine fear that’s still there when you wake up can certainly be no joke.
So – our bad dreams – our worst ever dreams – let’s talk about them here, shall we? I’ll start the ball rolling with a few of mine.
My worst nightmares over the last few years all have a similar theme, an air of absolute reality mixed with some weird, ghostly stuff. Like, I’ll ALWAYS be lying in bed, dreaming that I’m dreaming (uhh.. yeah). Like, I dream that I’ve just woken up and I’m still lying in bed, thanking God that I’ve woken up and then it all starts happening again and I realise I’m still dreaming. I always start yelling in my dreams (not in my sleep), things like “HELP ME” or “WAKE ME UP” in an effort to actually shout in my sleep and get my wife to wake me. It’s never worked.
The worst nightmare I’ve ever had was about a year and a half ago, and if I stop and think about it I can remember everything about it. It was the usual “dream within a dream” scenario, and I’m lying in bed when suddenly some invisible force picks me up and starts spinning me around the room. My wife is still lying sleeping and I’m yelling at her to help me, but she doesn’t.
So, cue about three different times of me “waking up” (but not really), and this time my wife is sitting up and I’m telling her about my nightmare. She doesn’t speak, only nods. The phone beside the bed rings and I answer it, and suddenly I hear my wife on the other end of the line, crying. Then this fucking AWFUL voice says, “PUT THE PHONE DOWN.” My “wife” now has this weird, creepy grin and I suddenly realise the truth and say; “you’re NOT her” and she screams and lunges over the bed at me, clawing at my eyes, and she chases me through my house making this odd screaming noise the whole time. This time, thankfully, I really DID wake up. I remember lying in bed feeling like I’d been hit by a car.
I had a similar kind of nightmare a few nights ago (hence me getting the idea to write this), where that horrible unseen ghost thing attacked me again, but this time it started pulling me to the bottom of the bed, and again my shouts for help were ignored. This time, there was this horrible glowing face in the middle of the quilt, and then suddenly I was hovering above my bed, still shouting for help. My wife now turns round and opens her eyes. She starts pointing at me and laughing. The unseen force then moves over my mouth and nose and I can’t breath. Then, for the first time ever, in real life my wife DID wake me up because I was hyperventilating in my sleep. Yeeesh – what would happened if she had just left me…….?
There, that ought to get the old memory banks working. Like I said, I know it’s a different situation talking about nightmares now than when they’ve just happened, but just let it all come flooding back.
3, 4, better lock your door…….
3 comments:
You need to see a shrink, man..
I tend to dream of fighting people, and no matter how hard I hit them it never makes any impression on them.
One time though I actually had a dream that Michael Myers was upstairs in my house, and I can still remember looking up the stairs and seeing him coming down, and me and my sister running out the house and him sl-ow-ly following us. Mother had to change the sheets THAT night.
You just gave me a headache, dude. Seriously though, that would make a killer horror movie; some guy trapped within his own nightmares of nightmares. Cooooool.
I haven't had a true nightmare myself in many years but the recurring theme when I did was always shark attacks. There's just something primally terrifying about being helpless in the water while this perfect killing machine has it's way with you. I used to wake up in the dark and I could still feel movement as if my bed was floating on the water and about to turn over. I also had a pretty vivid nightmare after reading "Wolfen" which was no doubt aided by the dogs growling outside of my window and running up and down the wooden patio. Stupid dogs.
I honestly think the worst thing in the WORLD would be a shark attack. Seriously, I sometimes think of it and I shudder every time. Imagine swimming somewhere and this enormous gray shape moves from under you, and then you just see those white teeth and dead eyes....
Saying that, getting chased by an indestructible, mute serial killer would suck too.
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