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There's a thread on dreams and dream analysis, but I've yet to see a thread dedicated to solely nightmares. While dreams can speak volumes, nightmares, in my opinion, speak far louder. They have more of a tendency to be abstract, while others may have nightmares that are frightening only due to being very painfully realistic.
My own nightmares tend to be horrific, and I often have nightmares instead of standard dreams. I'm sure being a surreal artist and horror writer ties into the nature of my nightmares. I'll describe a few other nightmares if the thread picks up, but for now I'll stick to one. There's a lot written in a dream journal of mine, so I'd rather not bombard the page with text.
Feel free to share any nightmares you've had, even if you think they're silly. I personally find nightmares to be interesting, considering they can sometimes say a lot about the person who had them.
My own nightmares tend to be horrific, and I often have nightmares instead of standard dreams. I'm sure being a surreal artist and horror writer ties into the nature of my nightmares. I'll describe a few other nightmares if the thread picks up, but for now I'll stick to one. There's a lot written in a dream journal of mine, so I'd rather not bombard the page with text.
This one was, to say the least, jarring. It felt real, though during the nightmare in some part of my subconscious I knew it wasn't.
It started with an emergency broadcast, one you'd get before a violent storm or a nuclear attack. I don't know what I'd been watching on the television, but I knew I was only in the house with my father. For some reason, my mother, sister, and pets weren't there. The house was dark, and outside the sun had just begun to set.
Anyway, when the alert message came up, it had been incredibly similar to this fake emergency alert. And for those who don't click the link, it's essentially a message dancing around there being some dangerous entity that isn't human, and trying to keep civilians from panicking. I don't remember the exact words used in my nightmare, but people were told to barricade all entrances to their homes, and not to look outside for any reason. My father told me to hide in the downstairs bathroom, as it was the smallest room in the house and very easily overlooked. I listened, and heard him run upstairs to grab his gun.
The dream flashed forward a bit, I was standing in my garage for some reason, holding a pipe wrench. There was banging on the garage door, a sound I can only describe as a loud death rattle combined with a dog snarling right outside. I didn't know where my dad was.
Flash forward again, I'm standing on the front step of my house, holding my dad's rifle while he stands below on the ground, some sleek and oily black dog creature inches away from him. Its skin had the texture of exposed muscle, shining in the same manner. I was trying to load the gun, but didn't know how to. By the time I managed, it was too late.
This doglike monster's body split from the tip of its muzzle down to its chest, row after row of sharklike teeth lining the inside of its maw. There were no organs, no esophagus, only teeth. In one swift movement, it lurched forward and snapped its vertical jaw shut around my father, slicing into his body and tearing a blood curdling scream from him. Only when hearing that horrible sound did I wake up in a cold sweat.
In retrospect, having seen that video and also having been reading Junji Ito's comics may have fueled the nightmare. Nevertheless, I was scared shitless.
It started with an emergency broadcast, one you'd get before a violent storm or a nuclear attack. I don't know what I'd been watching on the television, but I knew I was only in the house with my father. For some reason, my mother, sister, and pets weren't there. The house was dark, and outside the sun had just begun to set.
Anyway, when the alert message came up, it had been incredibly similar to this fake emergency alert. And for those who don't click the link, it's essentially a message dancing around there being some dangerous entity that isn't human, and trying to keep civilians from panicking. I don't remember the exact words used in my nightmare, but people were told to barricade all entrances to their homes, and not to look outside for any reason. My father told me to hide in the downstairs bathroom, as it was the smallest room in the house and very easily overlooked. I listened, and heard him run upstairs to grab his gun.
The dream flashed forward a bit, I was standing in my garage for some reason, holding a pipe wrench. There was banging on the garage door, a sound I can only describe as a loud death rattle combined with a dog snarling right outside. I didn't know where my dad was.
Flash forward again, I'm standing on the front step of my house, holding my dad's rifle while he stands below on the ground, some sleek and oily black dog creature inches away from him. Its skin had the texture of exposed muscle, shining in the same manner. I was trying to load the gun, but didn't know how to. By the time I managed, it was too late.
This doglike monster's body split from the tip of its muzzle down to its chest, row after row of sharklike teeth lining the inside of its maw. There were no organs, no esophagus, only teeth. In one swift movement, it lurched forward and snapped its vertical jaw shut around my father, slicing into his body and tearing a blood curdling scream from him. Only when hearing that horrible sound did I wake up in a cold sweat.
In retrospect, having seen that video and also having been reading Junji Ito's comics may have fueled the nightmare. Nevertheless, I was scared shitless.
Feel free to share any nightmares you've had, even if you think they're silly. I personally find nightmares to be interesting, considering they can sometimes say a lot about the person who had them.
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