Dreams and Nightmares

I had a dream once where I was traveling with this person on a quest and you see, the thing about my dreams is that the scenery is very unique and I've never seen it before. But from what I can remember, an image of this Indian looking blue guy, a supposed fear demon was stabbing a whale (his method for, I dunno, injecting fear and killing his victims. I'm not sure) flashed, and then I was walking through this giant white room and going up a rope ladder into a playground type thing but it was a big room and I couldn't see the walls, and did I mention it was a military camp? And when I got to the other side, Gandalf helped me down, then I was walking with a little boy (I was a little girl) down a streak of road, and everything was stormy, orange, and slightly African American folk tale scenery-like, and then we had to turn around into the sort of dam on land, a bunch of sticks and stuff, and then we were behind it, and the fear demon-whale image flashed, and Aragorn was there, yelling at us to fight the fear demon. Then I woke up. I think I might've watched LoTR recently..
And one time, more recently, I had a dream where my dad was making a science experiment to make my whole family stronger, faster, better sense, y'know. It was all developed and we were in this laboratory I'd never seen before, and suddenly my brother was gone and so was my dad, so my mom was holding her hand under a little red light under a desk to transfer strength to me, I think. Then an angry mob was pounding on the laboratory doors, they may or may not have been zombies, and we needed to transfer the strength quick, and I put my hand under the light, but I kept having to get up to lock the doors. Then the setting changed and I was in the bathroom after a shower and this crazy rapist climbed through the bathroom window and tried, to y'know, and I sort of flashed him (I don't know if it was intentional or not) and said I would do it with him, to buy time, and I ran. I think at one point I asked him why he was a rapist, and he was all creepy and stuff. And then I was running behind my old elementary school into the dumpster and then my brother tackled the rapists and smushed him under garbage bags.
It was weird, man. I tend to have dreams when I wake up in the early morning and go back to sleep.

I had recurring dream throughout my freshmen year that absolutely terrified me.

The dream would start with this feeling that I was waking up, I would rub my eyes and yawn and everything, and then when I looked around I'd notice I wasn't at home and that I was completely nude. I was always in this glass box with a spotlight overhead, and outside the walls everything was completely black. I would struggle to my feet, and start pounding my fists against the walls because I wanted out. I would scream and scream and scream, and I could feel my throat starting to hurt but nothing changed. Right as I would give up and slump to the floor, water would start trickling down the walls and pooling on the floor around me. Slowly, the glass case would start to fill up. I would start to panic, a raw sort of primal fear that would make my heart race and oddly, made me really want my mom. The water just kept rising, and I'd try to swim. I had this crazy hope that the roof would be open, and I'd just swim right over the edge. When the water was high enough to touch the roof, I realized it was made of glass and sealed tight. I would beat against it, pressing close to it to breathe, but the water would just keep coming. Then I realized that I was going to drown. Whenever I realized I was dying, suddenly I would be outside my body, watching the drowning take place like a third party viewer. I was looking at this case with a naked brunette thrashing around wildly as she died, and on the outside of the glass in dark red paint would be written, 'LOL'.

It was a really creepy dream, and the only recurring dream I've ever had. I remember wanting to write a story about it, but being so disturbed every time I tried that I would have to quit. Luckily, I'm no longer plagued with the dream. It was just... Awful.

Had a dream my boyfriend was going somewhere and he asked if he should bring me anything back. I said 'an engagement ring' and he said, 'well, I'll at least bring back a promise ring'.

My boyfriend and I aren't going to get married and we've already discussed it (and it took me nearly a month to accept it), so it was a little unnerving.

I keep having loads of dreams where I'm being chased or hunted in some way. For instance, a couple of weeks ago I had one where I was the female equivalent of Harry Potter, and I was in my school, and loads of the teachers were looking for me because I was the 'chosen one.' Then, I started getting chased round the school by one of the history teachers.
And then I had another dream where I lived in the future and we were hiding out in a hospital, and then I left the hospital and the police started chasing me through the forest outside. I'm wondering if this means anything?

I've also had a few dreams about falling, or almost falling, recently. I've never had these kinds of dreams before - I'm not scared of heights, and I never have been, so it's confusing me.

I have a lot of really weird dreams, and most of the time I remember them because they're that realistic.

A couple of years ago, I had this dream about a zombie apocalypse, but the zombie's were actually like, shadows. They would lurk on walls like an actual shadow, but they had erratic movements and were just plain creepy so I knew they weren't normal. And then once they found prey or whatever, they would become actual zombies. I don't think I ever actually saw what they looked like, but it was a really weird dream and quite long so I won't go into anymore detail about it.

Mostly, I have very... raunchy dreams. I have no idea why either! I don't mind them or anything, but it is kind of awkward to wake up flustered sometimes.

I had a nightmare where I kissed my biggest crush and THEn I went to Hell... I think this means something but I don't want to figure out the moral of that nightmare... anyone want to give me advice?

The other night I had a dream where I was in this room I'd been in before in a similar dream. I got confused because the doors would open, and in the other one they were locked and we were losing air. Then this humanoid/beast-like all black creature attacked and I ran out the door. It was trying to get me for some reason. So I ran into the forest after finally fully escaping the place. Then I came out and something happened, but I barely remember what. But I met The Doctor (Or, Matt Smith, if you want to go by that.) We went to some sort of gathering or party. Then we scooped liquid gold out of somewhere with spoons together. Not the oddest dream I've had, though.

After reading the story School Shooting Ruined My Life on fanfiction I had this horrible nightmare where my family, friends and I plus a ton of other people were trapped inside of a building, where we were forced to play hide and seek. In this dream, much like in the story, we were only given a certain amount of time for hiding, and if we were found we would be murdered. The dream is basically me watching a bunch of people being murdered until I'm found. Then I wake up.

Wow, where to start. First of all, I have weird dreams every single fricken night, but I'll pick a few.
A weird dream I had last night was where our personal school asshole became my best friend and a better person and we spent the whole dream picking up Vitamin Water bottles in my room. Weird.

Another one is where I was digging for jewels in an old tree stump, and then ran away from a bear in a flying van. Next, I fell into a sewer and played a card game in alligator infested waters before being dragged out by my sister, who then took me to a formal event... Where I got lost...

A nightmare I had recently was where I was at some hippy camp, and randomly this army lady came in and started bossing us around. I just followed lamely behind her. Suddenly, people started shooting at us, and throwing bombs around. We ducked for cover in my house (My house, without walls, just doors and windows attached to nothing.) and suddenly; I was trying to save Jack Sparrow from World's End. It wasn't scary until i started balling because I killed somebody and then found my dog and some kid from my school's half burnt bodies on my doorstep. Then i woke up.
My aunt told me to write a book compilation of all of my weird dreams. XD

I have tons of weird dreams to share, but this one was the weirdest of them all.

So, I was in a hospital room with a man, his daughter, famous Youtube celebrities (BrittaniLouiseTaylor, JoeNationTV, and bambamjoey), and the doctor. The room was completely white, and the lights were fluorescent and bright. My bed was in the center of the room, and the doctor was facing away from me; he was holding an 80's phone up to his ear, even though he wasn't talking to anyone. My hands were very dry, and for some reason, I had a collection of scented lotions beside my bed. I picked one up and flipped open the top, sending the doctor into a rage. He turned around, snarling at me. I was shocked to see that my doctor was Gerard Way. He screamed at me about how the smell of my lotion gave him a headache and if he smelled it again he would kill me. I quickly closed the bottle and laid it on my lap. Somehow, the bottle slipped off of my bed and shattered to pieces, driving my doctor crazy. Before I could even blink, he lunghed at me and started beating me to death with the phone. I screamed for help, but everyone just ran out of the room. Just before I died, I woke up. I looked beside my bed, seeing Gerard standing there. He charged at me again, but this time I shut my eyes and pulled the covers up over my head. When I opened my eyes again, he was gone.

Can someone please tell me what this dream means?

I had a dream once that a witch made a copy of me and the copy was living my life while I was locked in my bedroom. There was no way for me to escape, but because I kept trying the witch decided I was too much trouble so she was going to kill me. I was in this coffin and I started to become immobile while I was dying and I picked up my cell phone and tried calling my mom to tell her that I loved her one last time before I died, but I never could because I kept messing up the number and I wasn't quick enough. I woke up bawling my eyes out and I wanted nothing more than to run to my mom and kiss her face, but I couldn't because I was at my dad's house. I felt really badly because I realized that my mom was the only person that I wanted to call when I was dying. I mean I love my family, but in the dream she was my top priority. It was probably one of the worst dreams I've ever had.

I used to have dreams when I was younger where I would be killed in the craziest of ways. It was all so vivid.. I'll just say one, though.
So, I was laying down on one of those bed things that had nails on it, so I was laying on nails, but it wasn't going into me, or really hurting me, it was just keeping me still, making me not want to move. There were these guys around me, though. I think it was three or four maybe, but they were saying that I deserved what was happening to me. Then they took out blades, ripped my shirt open and started carving stuff into my chest and torso. I was screaming and crying from the pain and everything. When I jolted on the bed, I started to slowly slide down it. That's when I woke up.
Those dreams happened a lot. Usually with the same guys, always saying that I deserved it. It was always me dying in different ways, though.

For the past couple months, I've had the worst trouble remembering the dreams that I have. I'll remember little bits and pieces but never the whole thing. And then I try and tell someone, like my friends, about them and they just look at me like I belong in a mental institution. It's kind of frustrating.

And for the longest time, I've only had nightmares... but sometimes I have dreams that are on the verge of either being a good or a bad dream. For example... I had been hanging out and talking with this guy for a while and we became really good friends. I didn't have any feelings for him. I just viewed him as a good friend, like a brother. My dream started out with me waking up in bed, but just laying there staring at the wall for a while. But a little bit later, I felt someone's arm around my waist, but I didn't freak out or anything. Then that guy leaned over towards me and kissed me on the lips and said "Good morning babe, I love you." I just smiled back at him and said "I love you too." It freaked me out so much... I didn't act the same around him for weeks. He didn't seem to notice, but I just pushed the dream off, because I have absolutely no feelings at all for him and it really bothers me.

One of the worst dreams I've ever had happened a few weeks ago (it's recurring actually). It starts out with me and a sh*t-ton of girls --some I know and others I don't-- having a sleep-over/birthday party at my house. One by one, the girls are killed off, and I spend the majority of my dream trying to find out who the killer is. Finally, I find a clue that leads me to the tree house (which is weird because I've never had a tree house), but as soon as I walk in I realize it's a trap. After that it goes black.

When I 'wake up' again, I see my mother talking to a police officer on our front porch. She looks like she's been crying and the officer pats her on the arm before walking away. My mom sits down on our porch swing, so I sit down next to her and ask what that was all about. At first I think she is ignoring me because she doesn't respond, but then another police officer comes over and says, "I'm so sorry about your daughter." That's when I know that I died. I start screaming for my mom to hear me, claiming that I'm not dead, but instead she just starts crying again. The dream slowly zooms out (like you would see in a movie) as I continue to scream and cry, telling her that I'm still here. Just before I wake up, my mom glances up and says, "Go away. You're dead, we don't want you here anymore."

I have no idea what it means, but the ending is definitely the worst part. I wake up in tears every time I have this dream :/

All week I've been having dreams where my ex and I see each other somewhere, (it's usually an amusement park or something fun) and we end up hanging out and talking and getting back together. It's honestly making me not want to go to sleep now.

I used to live in Tennessee for like a year when I was in 5th grade. So I found it extremely weird I had a dream I ran into the house all excited to tell my mom the good news that I had been accepted to the University of Tennessee

My nightmare was that my mom had died and I was stuck with her lame arse boyfriend, now that's depressing.

I had this dream when I was about seven, but I remember it so well.

I was playing a game of catch with my brothers and my cousin, and we were standing on a rock wall in the middle of the ocean, and then I fell off the wall into the water and landed at the bottom of the ocean, but they just kept playing like nothing had happened. And I kept trying to yell for them but they couldn't hear me so I started crying.

It was weird.

I had a really disturbing dream just the night before last. It wasn't scary, and not creepy, it just left me very very disturbed when I woke up and I couldn't go back to sleep for a while.

The way the dream started really bothers me to, it started out the exact way I had gone to bed for the night. I dreamt all of the stuff I had done while getting ready for bed, but then as I was getting under the covers I heard my dad yelling out in the dining room. My mother has dementia, and in the dream my dad was yelling at her telling her she had to sleep on the couch (which is small and uncomfortable for sleeping) because he couldn't stand to have her sleep in their bedroom anymore. I was outraged to find out he'd been doing this (in the dream somehow I suddenly knew this had been going on for a while now) and disgusted with him. I went out there asking him things like, "What do you think you're doing?" and raising my voice at him. All the while though, I had what was considered a "new pet" and couldn't leave it by itself so I had to take it with me to yell at my dad. It was a fetus... So, I was holding this tiny, grey fetus and there was this bad feeling about it... like it was feeding off of me somehow and it was dangerous.

Yeah... not scary, and I wouldn't say creepy as much as it was just disturbing. But, I've been feeling a little under the weather the past few days and I'll bet that's why I had it. Blegh...

I had a very terrible nightmare once. In it, Joel Schumacher made a very, very terrible Batman film called Batman and Robin. There I was, in the theatre, watching Arnold Scwarzenegger assault me with ice pun after ice pun, Chris O'Donnel attacking my ears with an hour and a half of incessant whining. But, the worst has yet to come. I told myself that it couldn't possibly be any worse. Oh, I was wrong. I was so -very- wrong. I watched the screen, terror in my eyes as I saw...BAT NIPPLES! I screamed and writhed in my seat, crying tears of agony as I saw the camera do a close-up of those rubbery nipples before showing me in full HD glory, Robin's ass all clad in skin-tight leather.

...

Oh, wait!

Last night I had a dream where I met St. James, Kyle, and Brady from my story I Can’t Hang, and at one point in the dream, I had taken on the point of view of Kyle and we all ended up in a photobooth taking pictures, and I remember St. James stuck his tongue out in all of the pictures, including one where Brady copied him and they faced each other as if they were faking screaming at each other. After that, we were in an airport waiting to fly to Italy and somehow I got a hold of Brady’s smartphone (??? o_o) and went through his texts to St. James. They were mostly just small talk and cute lil’ conversations about nothing, from what I could gather, but then one that Brady sent to James was a message in Italian that told him that James’s pants were so tight he could see his weiner. (James doesn't even wear tight pants??? I didn't understand...) (I don’t even know Italian but I used context clues…but still, how the hell did a different language I’ve never known seep into my dream?) Also, one of the messages James sent to Brady read “bleep bloop” which I laughed at and thought was kinda cute.