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*.
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Date: 2008-04-09 07:24 pm (UTC)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*.