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Teeth falling out. That was _horrible_.
I get teeth falling out dreams a lot.
Teeth falling out.
Constantly "waking up".
Constantly "waking up".
Lately I have dreamed that Mike didn't love me any more. It was good to wake up and know this wasn't real.
I get the teeth falling out ones regularly.
Not sure what else, I'm not very good at remembering dreams. I think I sometimes get ones related to whatever I've been watching/reading/playing lately, but they're not usually nightmares.
I get the teeth falling out ones regularly.
Not sure what else, I'm not very good at remembering dreams. I think I sometimes get ones related to whatever I've been watching/reading/playing lately, but they're not usually nightmares.
I remember you mentioning teeth falling out, come to think of it; I should have listed that one.
Getting caught in a nuclear meltdown situation.
Run and run and run to try and escape, and if I ever get close, the scenario resets to the beginning.
At no point does the meltdown ever happen or do I escape.
It's knackering to spend a night running in your head, though. :-/
Run and run and run to try and escape, and if I ever get close, the scenario resets to the beginning.
At no point does the meltdown ever happen or do I escape.
It's knackering to spend a night running in your head, though. :-/
It was actually only one duck. An Aylesbury called Jamima, formally Sue, who lived in our garden.
Other nightmares include, but are not limited to: being Claude Greengrass, being harangued on my doorstep by and old woman holding a moldy Spanish onion, being stalked by a rabid rabbit that wanted to eat my fingers, and having to pee in a very public public lavatory.
Other nightmares include, but are not limited to: being Claude Greengrass, being harangued on my doorstep by and old woman holding a moldy Spanish onion, being stalked by a rabid rabbit that wanted to eat my fingers, and having to pee in a very public public lavatory.
Teeth falling out. Also, joyful flying dreams, and dodgy *mumble* dreams, though the latter not as often as I'd like. :p
There's a few on your list that I'd just count as anxiety dreams rather than nightmares, I've certainly had them and not been filled with dread or anything.
The teeth one other people have mentioned and is really nasty to get.
The other one I've had is that you are walking and recognise all the streets and places you are going past, but they don't fit together the way you know they should and you just stay utterly lost andd unable to find wherever it is you're meant to be going.
The teeth one other people have mentioned and is really nasty to get.
The other one I've had is that you are walking and recognise all the streets and places you are going past, but they don't fit together the way you know they should and you just stay utterly lost andd unable to find wherever it is you're meant to be going.
Am I allowed to ask if you're of the male or female persuasion?
Everyone else who has the teeth nightmare seems to be female, which is very strange.
Everyone else who has the teeth nightmare seems to be female, which is very strange.
My brother being run over by a lorry.
[x] Knowing my luck I'll now get the remaining nightmares thanks to your posting, you insensitive clod.
Hm, I've had landing, not having done something, and forgotten to wear clothes occasionally, but have always been a brief disconcertion and then out, rather than anything I remember as very bad, I don't know if that counts as a nightmare :)
I don't really get nightmares. I don't dream that much either.
My most recent nightmare was this morning just before I woke up. It involved a disaster scenario where the Earth was being gradually taken over by aliens called Experians (isn't Experian a company? Name sounds familiar anyway). They destroyed people by topological operations, mapping parts of a person's body to other parts, and thus turning you inside out in implausible and revolting ways. The story of the dream revolved around a middle-aged American couple lying in bed discussing the Experian threat. The woman was gradually succumbing to the alien topological thing: it could be induced telepathically, but operated fairly slowly that way - the early symptoms were similar to a bad cold. By contrast, if one came into physical contact with an Experian, the destruction would be very rapid. Suddenly the lights went out, and they realised the power must have been lost, which would also mean the electric fence round their property was no longer operational and excluding Experians. The man got up to go and see what was happening outside, and the woman hid under the bedclothes in fear. At this point I was transported into her position (I had been a disembodied observer until then) and heard footsteps approaching the bed. The cover was pulled back; I saw a human-looking hand, then peeked round to see the head...which was a horrible mutated inverted mass of brains and skull and eyeballs! I tried to scream but my voice stuck in my throat. Then I woke up.
Actually I have quite a lot of nightmares about alien invasions.
My first nightmare, when I was a toddler, involved my mother being torn to pieces by wild animals in front of me - then the animals surrounded me and moved in for the kill.
Actually I have quite a lot of nightmares about alien invasions.
My first nightmare, when I was a toddler, involved my mother being torn to pieces by wild animals in front of me - then the animals surrounded me and moved in for the kill.
I once dreamed I was told I had seven days to live. The dream lasted, internally, six days, during which time I decided I was going to continue living as per normal. Then I changed my mind completely, totally freaked out... and woke up.
My first nightmare, when I was a toddler, involved my mother being torn to pieces by wild animals in front of me - then the animals surrounded me and moved in for the kill.
An early nightmare I remember, though it can't have been until I was five (i.e. after my family moved house) involved my Dad coming after me with a gigantic meat cleaver. He eventually threw it down at me from the top of a helter-skelter, and it went three-quarters of the way through my leg.
I do remember one falling nightmare when I was young—it involved falling from the top of a high grassy hill (non-Newtonian physics must have been involved, to get me far enough to fall a couple of hundred yards down without hitting it). I wasn't scared, though; more exhilarated—and at the bottom, I bounced, and came almost all the way up to my original height. This happened several times, with me bouncing my way down the hillside, and then, at the apex of one bounce, I saw a tarmacked path across my path, and was filled with terror knowing if I hit that from such a height, rather than bouncing I would go *splat*.
My first nightmare, when I was a toddler, involved my mother being torn to pieces by wild animals in front of me - then the animals surrounded me and moved in for the kill.
An early nightmare I remember, though it can't have been until I was five (i.e. after my family moved house) involved my Dad coming after me with a gigantic meat cleaver. He eventually threw it down at me from the top of a helter-skelter, and it went three-quarters of the way through my leg.
I do remember one falling nightmare when I was young—it involved falling from the top of a high grassy hill (non-Newtonian physics must have been involved, to get me far enough to fall a couple of hundred yards down without hitting it). I wasn't scared, though; more exhilarated—and at the bottom, I bounced, and came almost all the way up to my original height. This happened several times, with me bouncing my way down the hillside, and then, at the apex of one bounce, I saw a tarmacked path across my path, and was filled with terror knowing if I hit that from such a height, rather than bouncing I would go *splat*.
My parents were killed by rampaging fruit wielding people, you insensitive clod.
Additionally, I don't get nightmares. Or rather, perhaps I do, but I enjoy them. Especially the naked ones.
Additionally, I don't get nightmares. Or rather, perhaps I do, but I enjoy them. Especially the naked ones.
[X] Losing a small child
(doesn't every parent have that one?!)
Late for/haven't done various things, often, but not the ones you listed. Usually something weird, e.g., the world will end because I haven't planted the raspberry seeds.
Generally, I'm good at forgetting the details, though.
(doesn't every parent have that one?!)
Late for/haven't done various things, often, but not the ones you listed. Usually something weird, e.g., the world will end because I haven't planted the raspberry seeds.
Generally, I'm good at forgetting the details, though.
Lost losing or dead losing? I had a few bad dreams during Jack's first year, but they get less frequent after that.
There was the one where I took Jack into work to show him to my colleagues, but when I opened the matchbox he wasn't in it...
There was the one where I took Jack into work to show him to my colleagues, but when I opened the matchbox he wasn't in it...
I don't get nightmares very often -- when I do then I don't generally remember much when I wake up beyond a vague formless dread. I deliberately don't try to remember them in any detail, as that seems likely to cause them to reoccur when I try to go back to sleep again...
Dreams about being killed, people I love dying, teeth. Things that aren't too fearful to describe, but which I'm not prepared to describe in public.
Variations: exam where the paper is written in German (a language I do not know at all); driving a car (I can't drive).
If you want very clear and fascinating dreams, try Shikantaza (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/). From the very first day that I tried it I had absolutely wonderful dreams. NB: Shikantaza has no aim - don't do it trying to achieve anything, just do it.
ref: Brad Warner's (http://homepage.mac.com/doubtboy/) first book - Hardcore Zen, Punk Rock, Monster Movies, and the Truth about Reality (http://www.amazon.com/Hardcore-Zen-Monster-Movies-Reality/dp/086171380X). The least New Age book ever.
ref: Brad Warner's (http://homepage.mac.com/doubtboy/) first book - Hardcore Zen, Punk Rock, Monster Movies, and the Truth about Reality (http://www.amazon.com/Hardcore-Zen-Monster-Movies-Reality/dp/086171380X). The least New Age book ever.
Being unable to walk, and struggling.
Trying to walk or run somewhere as it retreats further and further from you.
Dead relative has actually been alive and in hiding for the last n years because he doesn't want anything to do with you (psychological, much?).
The gerbils have bred; their babies have had babies have had babies to several levels of minuter gerbils. Some of them are dead.
The Rocky Horror anxiety dream: you are at the cinema miming your part along with the film and - the film changes, you don't know what to do, what any of the new words and actions are.
The lavatory dreams - desperate for the loo, you open cubicle after cubicle to find them empty, overflowing, or housing bizarre unearthly fittings that you don't know how to use.
Trying to walk or run somewhere as it retreats further and further from you.
Dead relative has actually been alive and in hiding for the last n years because he doesn't want anything to do with you (psychological, much?).
The gerbils have bred; their babies have had babies have had babies to several levels of minuter gerbils. Some of them are dead.
The Rocky Horror anxiety dream: you are at the cinema miming your part along with the film and - the film changes, you don't know what to do, what any of the new words and actions are.
The lavatory dreams - desperate for the loo, you open cubicle after cubicle to find them empty, overflowing, or housing bizarre unearthly fittings that you don't know how to use.
Escalators! I've had nightmares about them loads of times. Either you get on and they get steeper and steeper and as you reach the top you'll fall off, or they're going so fast and have such sharp jagged treads that it is terrifying to board them. No one else seems to be having a problem with these asymptotic/harsh escalators.
The falling ones I have very frequently, invariably in combination with a hypnic jerk (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnic_jerk) - and for some reason I get them more if I'm sharing a bed with someone else.
The scariest dreams I have are so surreal and abstract I can't describe them, but they make me wake up feeling sick and shaken and I can't even work out why sometimes. They only happen when I'm either running a pretty bad fever, or else very very stressed.
The scariest dreams I have are so surreal and abstract I can't describe them, but they make me wake up feeling sick and shaken and I can't even work out why sometimes. They only happen when I'm either running a pretty bad fever, or else very very stressed.
I'm not convinced that's a dream, strictly. More of a hypnogogic state.
With luck and determination, you can turn the falling into flying.
With luck and determination, you can turn the falling into flying.
[x] running away from a tidal wave (formerly dying in a tidal wave but my brain seemed to decide that running away was actually the scary part and started to focus on that)
[x] being chased in an unfamiliar building - originally your standard building with walls, but after I started hiding in handy cupboards, the building became all glass, which meant not only could I not find corridors and doors, my (unknown) persuers could always see me.
In both cases the dream has altered over the years to get progressivly scarier. I have a hunch that my subconscious activly dislikes me.
I've only had this one once, but that was enough:
[x] everything in the house becoming sentient and trying to kill me. E.g. fridge magnets spinning horizontally through the air at jugular height. When I woke up I didn't dare move because I thought they would all find me.
It turns out nightmares are a symptom of depression - they'd gone away entirely since I started taking the happy pills. Until I got pregnant. Seems, bad dreams are a common feature of pregnancy too. But they're considerably less bad, and considerably less frequent than before the little pills. I used to wake terrified from dreams about 5 times a week. Not fun.
[x] being chased in an unfamiliar building - originally your standard building with walls, but after I started hiding in handy cupboards, the building became all glass, which meant not only could I not find corridors and doors, my (unknown) persuers could always see me.
In both cases the dream has altered over the years to get progressivly scarier. I have a hunch that my subconscious activly dislikes me.
I've only had this one once, but that was enough:
[x] everything in the house becoming sentient and trying to kill me. E.g. fridge magnets spinning horizontally through the air at jugular height. When I woke up I didn't dare move because I thought they would all find me.
It turns out nightmares are a symptom of depression - they'd gone away entirely since I started taking the happy pills. Until I got pregnant. Seems, bad dreams are a common feature of pregnancy too. But they're considerably less bad, and considerably less frequent than before the little pills. I used to wake terrified from dreams about 5 times a week. Not fun.
most happy pills do things to sleep patterns, too, so that could be it. But OMG IKWYM about pregnancy!
...being a hermaphrodite. Damnit, brain, that was expensive!
I get the teeth falling out dreams, too.
I also have recurring dreams about being chased; I usually escape upstairs. When I was younger, I was always being chased by Daleks, and I'd always climb out of the velux window in my room, and escape over the roof. I still have this dream, but the characters and settings vary.
I also have recurring dreams about being chased; I usually escape upstairs. When I was younger, I was always being chased by Daleks, and I'd always climb out of the velux window in my room, and escape over the roof. I still have this dream, but the characters and settings vary.
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