dreams

This is going to sound weird but oh well. When I was about seven years old I had this dream that I was laying face down in a puddle of blood and there was a guy dressed in all black watching me with a bloody knife in his hand. I don't know why but I've remembered that dream my whole life and it still scares the bejesus out of me!

none come to mind at the moment, but I'm curious about what you think of night terrors, that sleep disturbance that doesn't occur during rem sleep but during which you think you awake and have auditory or visual hallucinatios.

we all dream every night. dreams are our subconscious mind telling us things about ourselves we fail to see in waking life. we only remmemmber some of the dreams we have. it is a good idea to keep a dream journal and record the dreams you have. try to interpret them, they may bring you to understand and discover things about yourself you may have failed to realize

The Dream relates as follows: I find myself in a grassy green lawn, viewing a group of chidren play soccer. Im watching the horse play from an isolated position in the dream. Walking aimlessly in solitude, yet watching the children intently. I feel the age of twelve. Without warning, every soul vanishes. Leaving only myself holding a kitchen knife, and staring at the white door to a room were my mother is. I then attempt to open the door, but I pull back in horror, when the doorknob transforms into a purple/green snake. I am afraid but strike the snake and he falls out of place, and the door becomes free to be open. I push and walk in, coming face to face with my mother. I move with intent to strike, but in a dreams blur, the knife is dematerialized and lucidly transported into my mothers fist. In an attempt of hers to stab me, I struggle attempting to hold her arms back. Yet she succeedes, as my head moves farther back, she manages to knick a tiny sliver of a wound to the roof of my mouth. Nothing more than a small cut, that only stings with a cold shiver. I find the small outcome to be so ridiculously mundane, that I burst into a madman's histerical laughter. Then I awake...

Well, I won't go into any specific dreams as they are often long winded, epic and you would need to knwo the ins and outs of my personality, freindships and life to even understand what was going on... However, you can try this one, as it is something that has bugged me. In my dreams I cannot drown. Absolutely cannot drown. I have a lot of dreams where it happens that I get trapped under water. I struggle for a moment and then find that I can breathe. There is a specific feeling to this struggle and breathing as well. It's not just as if I can breathe water; I take small, shallow breaths and I am breathing air, almost as if there is a thin layer of air arouns me and if I breathe too hard I will pull in water. But shallow breaths will bring in air and air only. Well, good luck :)

Well i had this dream once that a guy all dressed in black came to my school and killed everyone except myself and my close friends. In order for us to all stay alive we all had to write a poem, i just couldnt write any poem so one by one he killed all of my close friends and let me go free.

Most of my current dreams are very mundane, like I would wake up, go into the bathroom and start brushing my teeth, and then wake up. (Then I would go into the bathroom and start brushing my teeth! :D) I remember "dreams" beginning at around nine or ten where I don't see any picture - I just have the sensation of being in the middle of a crowd and being pressed on all sides - very uncomfortable. I continued having that dream up until around 25 years old. I had dreams that was in comic book format, where the pictures were drawn and the words spoken were in balloons, and I would experience all the emotion as if what I was seeing was actually happening. Now I did have one epic dream when I was 17 (I am 50 years old now) that I remember every detail to. It is long and somewhat involved - A) I am in a desert, in the distance I see a forest. The scene pans like I'm turning clockwise, and my vision sees bushes, and eventually children, a few at first, but they grow in number as my line of sight is turning. They appear like children on an Easter Egg Hunt, gathering eggs hidden in the bushes. B) Three women come to few while I am still turning and my sight stops turning while looking right at them: a plump one sitting on a kind of throne and two slender ones on each side, wearing lace-like robes. The bigger one (obviously someone of authority) in the middle points toward me, but off to my left a bit, and says, "Go, follow the wolf" C) I look to my left and sure enough, there is a wolf there, but he is in a plaid shirt and overalls, walking on two legs. It was not "cartoony" at all, and this was in 1976, long before any CGI was developed. That is probably why I remembered it so vividly. Anyway, he bows to the "queen," turns the other way and walks toward the forest. All the children also follow, most seem to go ahead of him, while a few, myself included, followed him from behind. D) We are in the forest, night time now (before was daylight) I don't recall any conversation. He (the wolf) picks up a white pebble and holds it up close to his eye. I focus on the stone as he holds it up to the sky, his fingers fade from my view as it morphs into a crescent moon. E) I guess we are on the other side, still night time. I perceive a graveyard maybe two or three hundred yards on my left, and most of the children are going in that direction - that terrain is grassy. F) The wolf hands me a large egg (I did not participate in the egg-hunt) and tells me to bury the egg (that is what the other children are doing with their eggs.) G) I don't go where most of the other children go, but to the left, where it is sand, like the desert we left on the other side. There are a few children there burying their eggs too, so I thought it acceptable. I bury the egg and out pops a head of an unshaven male, looking straight ahead with no emotion. When that happens I am startled, and reel back at the sight. But it is no danger - this entity is just - doing nothing but being there. H) I hear screams, and dark figures coming out of the forest, attacking the children. I hear some scream "Werewolves!" and I run back into the forest on the trail we come from. I hear a voice "WAIT! STOP!" (I have the impression it is the wolf I followed) but I don't obey, I keep running down the path we used to get where we were. I) From this point on, I never actually see a threat, but I perceive it all around me, very close. I would look toward somewhere I heard a sound, but nothing is there. - First I am too busy running, and hear the crushing of plant life all around me, like a multitude of werewolves were after me. I see a wire fence, with barbed wire on top, and I go for it. I manage to jump to the other side, but still manage to land in briers. But I still frantically look at the fence, on the other side, - there is nothing there to do whatever the werewolves were going to do to me. J) I go away from the fence, fight some more thorny plants, and finally come to a one story building with many wings, similar to many elementary schools. I go along the perimeter, banging on windows and doors, but no one seems to be there. Finally between two wings of the building (there was a rock garden there, full of white pebbles similar to what the wolf was observing before) there was a lady, more conservatively dressed, in a wide brimmed brown hat, gardening. She asked me what is wrong, and I was crying now - about the children, the werewolves attacking ... She stood up, and said, "Follow me" and turned toward an open doorway inside the institution. And I woke up.

Once I was sleeping on foam kept on the carpet of the room. My wife was sleeping on the bed. There was complete dark in the room. Suddenly she shouted with afraid voice and asked me to switch on the light. I switched on in response of the voice of my wife. I saw a scorpion; a big scorpion was there in a bowl kept just close to my naked feet. The scorpion was attempting to get out of the bowl. How did you come to know about this scorpion and you shouted to make me wake up? I asked this question after crushing the dangerous scorpion. But she replied that “I know nothing. I don’t know that I shouted and asked you to switch on the light. I know nothing” she replied. She was sleeping, then how did she come to know that there was a big dangerous scorpion. I could not understand till now. What was the power who made her to wake up and shout to save me? It was a strange. I have no reply of the question can you explain it choochy.

the dreams that i never forget are the nightmares i always have. when i was young i had this weird dream that evryone whas chasing me, that i was doing something wrong. evry morning when i woke up i was all sweaty, because of all the weird stuff like giant monster tried to kill me and i was hidden from evrything. i couldn't make a sound, even in my bed i was pulling my sheets till my head, and didn't move. even these days i get this dream but now i don't sweat or not move in bed.