Usually, the fish are huge, or have lost their color, or have mutated in some way. The forest was eerily calm.Īs an adult, I have a recurring nightmare about being surrounded by large aquariums that are overgrown with algae and contain fish that have been forgotten but that have somehow survived on their own. I can see the shocked and pained faces on certain parts of the lanterns. However, when passing a lantern, I realized it’s made out of human skins pulled taut over a wire frame, crudely stitched together.
Walking in a forest glowing with lanterns. As I approached, she turned … and it was also me. Ahead of me I saw a pedestrian crossing the street. I was driving down a specific street in my home town. If I pull on them or trying to tear them off, they bleed heavily. Rosie Brightįist-sized houseleeks (also called sempervivum) are growing out of my armpits. They chased me out and just as one was about to catch me I woke up. It also wasn’t anything like my actual house.
TV was on in the dark room casting blue light over everything. Walked into my house and about half a dozen hairy black spiders the size of dishwashers were arguing (in English) over the remote control. I served up the slices to the people at the picnic but I didn’t eat any of it. It was much easier to carve up the rest of my body after that. I hesitated for a minute, and someone whispered over my shoulder, “It’s much easier after you remove the hands and head.” So I cut off my own hands and my own head. I was told to carve up my body as the main course for a catered picnic in the park.
My skin was crispy and covered with BBQ sauce. My body had been barbecued, and it was laid out on its back on the gurney. Someone wheeled a metal gurney onto a stone bridge in a park. I dreamt that I cut my own eyelids off with a pair of very blunt nail scissors. We were in a big fancy home in a study type room with expensive furniture and I’m being stabbed to death by a fire poker while Shatner is laughing and smiling maniacally. I had a nightmare that William Shatner was stabbing me with a fire poker. Here is a small sampling of what haunts you. We received hundreds of nightmares, and we read every one.
Some of them could be clearly traced to experiences in your life, but as one dreamer put it, “It all made sense, but it didn’t make it any less horrifying.” Some of your nightmares, you told us, weren’t obviously scary but overwhelmed you with feelings of dread and terror. Many of the bad dreams we heard about were from childhood, memories that have lingered for years. Even dreams that are disturbing during sleep can be kind of funny in the daylight. And sometimes you don’t get away.Īs we read through these dreams, some of them were so creepy that they generated audible groans … and the occasional chuckle. In your nightmares, you are running away from rubber wolves, from Slenderman, from vampires, from a Chrissy doll. You told us of tornadoes, disembodied hands, moms in peril, nuclear war, flaming eyes, hollow eyes, flaming hollow eyes, creepy old houses, falling elevators, giant spiders, giant tortoises, and giant jellyfish. But your nightmares are clear and vivid, and chilled us to the bone. Sometimes, when people talk about their dreams, it can be hard to understand the weird worlds and emotions their subconscious minds serve up. Last week, we asked you to tell us about your nightmares.