On that note, I did have a nightmare about a year ago, where I wnt into
a cozy looking store. The dream started OK enough, but out of the blue
the lady showed me a bunch of crackers with symbols on them, and
the mood of the dream suddenly became very dark and almost feakish
(the changes were somewhat subtle). There was also some electronic
"bloops" like the ones you would hear in an old game, as she was arranging
the crackers. The movement was also odd, like a bunch of still photos being
shown rapidly when this happened. I woke up completely horrified after this
for some reason, and even this dream was very different in "style" than the
nightmares I usualy have.

sheesh what does it take to scare you, cos I'd be completely freaked out by a dream like that.

...Then again i have an unhealthy fear of meat products to begin with

disclaimer: this was written after being awake 36 hrs straight)

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Bad dreams about stores...hmmm...fear of capitalism...
Wait a sec! You're not a Communist, are you?!?

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you had a nightmare about carcasses from a butcher shop reciting Shakespeare, and
you're embarresed that it scared you?

sheesh what does it take to scare you, cos I'd be completely freaked out by a dream
like that.

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I've had dreams about almost being sucked into a tornado, and
strangly, those don't scare me either. Infact,I don't even feel
scared in the dream, it'smore like a thrill ride. Funny thing is, when
I was a kid, I had an old 4 way electrical outlet in my room. The recepticals
were black, and the face plate was white, and was arranged like this
_______
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| # # |
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| # # |
|______|

. At night, the the light in the hallway would shine into my room
just enough so I could barely see it, and it would appear to jump and
dance around in horrable, twisted ways, due to the way the eye behaves in
extremly dim light. One time, it took the form of a checker board, and
it really freaked me out. (no,I didn't have any bad experiences with
checker boards when I was a kid . That outlet terrified me so
much, I finaly got in the habbit of moving something in front of it so
I couldn't see it. Shamefuly, I still get scared of stuff like this, and
now I have the same problem with the air vent in the bedroom of my
apartment, but to a somewhat lesser degree. I still wonder if I wake up,
and happen to open my eyes and see the vent "dancing", it would scare me to
death (hmm.. Maybe this should've been posted in the Confession Booth
instead

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Originally posted by zooz:
Actualy, that last dream was not a nightmare. Some of my very best, strangest
and most interesting deeams take place in a store or mall. I just wish actualy
going to one could be as interesting

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Originally posted by zooz:
Shamefuly, I still get scared of stuff like this, and now I have the same problem with the air vent in the bedroom of my apartment, but to a somewhat lesser degree.

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Don't worry about it... I won't step on the air vents in my apartment, and at night I always watch them carefully as I skirt around them. I still leap into bed when I turn off the light too, so as to avoid having my feet near the underneath of it.

Were they pig carcasses? Were they doing Hamlet?

-Andrew

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Originally posted by theJacob:
Don't you hate it when you have to do some kind work of some kind, like homework or a project, and you go to bed thinking about it, and you somehow add things to the list in your subconsious, and you spend the entire night dreaming about rushing to finish the assignments, going to school or work and discovering that you forgot to do the original ones that were actually assigned (and the ones you finished as 10:45 pm), and you are kicked out or fired and spend the rest of your dream as a forgoten bum running from spider people and giant teapots?

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O yeah! I have anxious dreams about classwork and class very often. Here's a favorite: I was catching some Z's before an exam because I hadn't gotten much sleep the night b4. I woke up and looked at the clock and it was noon. The class began at 1:00. So I foolishly laid back again, intending only to rest, and fell asleep again. I dreamt that I was late for the exam, and was running there. It was sunny with a warm wind. The campus looked the same expect with more hills and paths going around them. One of the hills was cut into by a high, slightly slanted concete wall. It would take too long to walk the curved footpath to the bottom, and so as a shortcut I jumped onto the wall and slid down. I was going faster near the bottom and realized I was falling and not sliding. I pressed my hands to the wall to slow down but didn't burn my palms because caked-on grass clippings from the lawn below was stuck to the wall, and I landed safely.
I then awoke to see it was 12:52, and grabbed my backpack and went out the door (I was clothed).

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zooz wrote:

a bunch of carcases
that you would see in a butcher shop appeared and started to recite
Shakesphere
Were they pig carcasses? Were they doing Hamlet?

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Heh. Actualy, they were horse and cattle carcasses. II think the words
were just random nonsense recited in the same way that you would
usualy hear someone recite Shakesphere.

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Seriously, I've had dumb nightmares that left me scared too. I think everyone has%
at some point. When I was a kid, I had recurring nightmares about a red rubber
ball (the sort you'd find on a school playground) rolling towards me. It didn't hit
me and it wasn't abnormally large or anything, but it did frighten me in the dream,
though such things never scared me IRL.

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As a kid, when I got sick. my feeings (physical feelings) of preception would
get messed up. I would often "dream" (more of a strong thought, scince I was
awake when this happened) of moving lines or a red ball being far away,
but actualy feeling very close to my eyes, and a thought in my mind would refer
to it as a "red impulse". It wasn't horrific or anything, but it did freak me out as
a kid to the point I would be left screaming or crying.

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hell is other people -Jean Paul Sartre

I spent a semester in Ecuador and had to take an anti-malarial medication. Among other side effects, the most disturbing was extremely vivid nightmares followed by periods of insomnia. There were 24 people on my trip, and I think by the end we had all decided to take our chances with malaria (which was pretty mild in that area, anyway) rather than have another dream about your face been eaten off.

I also took Prozac for a little less than a year (for fairly mild mood swings that were more annoying than dangerous). During that time, I had vivid dreams every night. The one I remember most clearly involved me being in a canoe in Barcelona harbor and the water being on fire all around me from some sort of underwater oil drilling. It was shooting up like geysers of fire off in the distance. I was rowing toward shore, and I realized the water was full of bodies floating just below the surface. Once I got to shore, the house I was staying in had a huge glass window that looked into the ocean underwater (like the windows into the whale tanks at Seaworld). when you turned on the floodlights, you could see the ocean floor, and various sea creatures that were all deformed in some way. I remember clearely an animal that was an oranguatan on top and an a whale on the bottom. They were all dying and I was trying to save them. And they could talk.

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posted November 29, 2001 20:25 ��� ���� �� ��

>My worst dreams were when I was about 8. For several weeks, every night I was
haunted by tiny, colored dots that formed images and tried to jump into my skin.
When they successed, I could feel a sting. Actually, it wasn't a dream so much as
it was a hallusination. I wonder if we ever had a gas leak back then...
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This reminds me of a dream I had when I was 7 or 8
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. What happened was a brown vapor cloud floated around outside, and was
slowly heading tward my bedroom window. When it finaly hit , it immediately
formed a hard plastic seal/coating over it, which had the same texture as a
cheap plastic window shade, and a solid bown color. You couldn't see through it
at all, and it covered the whole window on the outside. I was looking out from my
bedroom, and needless to say, this freaked me out.

That's the proper netiquette technique.

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--Angry Rooster
"Eagles may soar, but roosters don't get sucked into jet engines."

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You keep it interesting by switching mid-thread to something
completely unrelated, like sushi,

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Don't anyone even dare turn this into a recipe swapping board!

>:-\

<rant>

It irks me to no end when I come across an interesting thread, only to
find that it degenerated into talk about what the other person is having for dinner. I
don't give a ^&%^% what the other person is eating, and neither does anyone else.
I don't mean to come off like an ogar, but I have been lurking here for some time,
and this thread has been one of ther most facsinating I have seen so far.
Let's not destroy it.

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Originally posted by Xanthine:
Glad we could entertain. ;) :)
To keep us on topic, here is a recurring gem from my early childhood:
The stairs in our old house landed right at the front door. This front door had a mail slot. Being a VERY imaginative child, I was afraid that the mail slot would attack me. I would have nightmares in which either a) the mail slot would extend a long metal arm up the stairs, around the corner and into my room and grab me or b) I'd be in the living or dining room and the mail slot would start talking in this low threatening voice. I used to run up and down the stairs, I was so afraid of the thing. Then, when I was six, my second sister was born and we had to do some bedroom re-arranging, the upshot being my other sis and I ended up rooming on the first floor. I didn't have to deal with the dreaded mail slot anymore, and the nightmares stopped.

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I keep having reoccuring deams about my old house which I lived in for 15 years,
I haven't been in the house scince mid 1994, but I still dream about that place.

I'm not sure if this counts as a nightmare, but I sometimes have dreams about
visiting or temporary moving back to Pennsylvania (I now live in Southern California).
Everytime the dream happens, there is always a vague feeling that the visit
would be permanent. Sometimes, the "characters" in the dream would say
things which would give that impression.

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Originally posted by zooz:
I keep having reoccuring deams about my old house which I lived in for 15 years,
I haven't been in the house scince mid 1994, but I still dream about that place.

I'm not sure if this counts as a nightmare, but I sometimes have dreams about
visiting or temporary moving back to Pennsylvania (I now live in Southern California).
Everytime the dream happens, there is always a vague feeling that the visit
would be permanent. Sometimes, the "characters" in the dream would say
things which would give that impression.
In the latest dream, I took a bus all the way up to Pennsylvania, and got off at a
public park that was near my old house. I went into a 3 story offce building
(which had a weird, open design kind of like that "garden" military acadamy in
Final Fantasy 8) in search of tickets or some other way to get back to California. [/B]

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Then I had a dream that I went to a nice hair salon for a cut (in real life, I always cut it myself). Except that there was something really creepy going on, and everything was delayed so those of us in the waiting area were invited to a nice dinner, then we were lead farther back into another parlor, and there were evil children doing mischeivous things, and my glasses got smashed, and the staff was clearly trying to trap us in some horrible scheme, and.....

A red SUV came out of nowhere and began driving around inside the pool
near the edge, I had to quiclky get my legs out of the way of the speeding SUV,
It drove around the pool, went up the steps, came around behind us , and
fell back into the pool. It landed on a rubber offce trashcan, and instread of
crushing it, bounced off, and landed upright in the pool. The SUV repeated this
one more time before I woke up.

Here's a diagram incase anyone's interested:

(fixed font)

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Trash | | Barrier | |
can | | (filled in) | |
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>>>>># inside pool | |
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00 ^ |-|-|
^ SUV |-|-| <===steps leading into
^ pool
Me and the girl

Then, later that dream came back. This time, it would start out as I'd be in my living room, and suddenly the TV would come on. On the screen there was a black triangle against a yellow background. Well, as soon as I saw this I was totally screwed. There was this powerful sucking force that would pull me toward the screen. I knew for a fact that inside that TV was not where I wanted to be, so I'd scream bloody murder and crawl as hard as I could toward the hallway that adjoined to that room. My mom was always there, trying to grab me, but she couldn't come past the hall for some reason. In any case, I could always just get to the hall before I was sucked up. This repeated itself a few times before finally one dream my mom finally grabbed me and whisked me up the stairs to my room. I was put into my bed all bundled up under the covers. I got two very strong impressions that moment - one, of intensely powerful love (yeah, that sounds like something out of a bad novel, but that's what I felt) and two, that I had been through some sort of incredibly draining, emotionally damaging experience - the kind people get post-traumatic stress syndrome from.
Way back then, the Emergency Broadcast System in my area used a black triangle on a yellow background during their tests. And always, inexplicably, I would scream my *** off every time it came on. My dad once said that I was so freaked out it was as if I had had a premonition of my own death. But, all that aside, I can't help but wonder what connection this might have to the alien abduction phenomenon. (Don't look at me that way; I can't help it, I'm a conspiracy nut.) Sightings of triangular black UFOs are often linked with abduction cases. Not to mention, I've always had this perverse interest in and dread of the UFO phenomenon. I don't know, maybe I'm over-analyzing this. I'm going to shut up and go to bed now.

By the time they got doen to the storage area, I was suddenly "in the game"
(it wasn't as dramatic as it sounds. I was viewing the area from a full 3rd person
prespective all along, and the "game" I was viewing turned into "reality" with
no real visible change). I was walking through this storage room, and a toy plastic robot pinned me up against the wall and started to interrogate me. It had a sensor at it's
neck which almost looked like a giant wall switch that told it to stop whenever it
bumped into an object. I walked away from that, and I began gathering up some real'y nice TNMT cards from a table,. They were laminated, and were made of some material that was not cardboard, and weighed quite a bit..The artwork was more like a
painting than a cartoon. I had to collect all of the cards before the robot did, or
the turtles would be captured. I left a card that featured one of the Rennosance
artists that thje turtles are named after, and the robot picked that one up instead.
I then "shifted" to the middle of the room,and Splinter materialised out of an "energy cloud" which was just made up of a bunch of tiny random objects. After saying a couple incomprehensable words, a group of kids and adults materialised out of nowhere,
and we went through a door which had lights shining on it from all sides from the wall.
We went into a concrete tunnel. One of the women in the group pulled a gun out and forced us to go through the tunnel.I didn't have any real fear, but I did say "uh oh"
when I saw that the exit at the end of the tunnel was barred. I saw a dark passage to the right of me and went through it. I looked back once at the woman with the gun, and
proceeded through the tunnel. the passage was supposed to lead to an abandoned
hospital, but there was a long opening on the left side,that led to an
underground swimming pool. There were 2 square pools, each with a different color of water, that was in a larger pool filled with clear water and lit up from the ceiling
(the pool looked bizzare, scince the colored water was under the clear). There
was a balcony looking over it that was covered with lights, and had a lighted door simaler to what I saw before. There was another passage on the opposite side of the room, that was lower than the one I was in, but had the same long opening. I didn't
know where it lead to. The room and the oppsite passaage walls were briwn brick.There were alot of people in the pool,and in the genera; area . I jumped into the pool for
a refreshing swim. When I got out, there was a long wide, odd shaped concrete staircase leading up to the passage I came from./Tnbe stares were 5 feet by 7 to 10 foot wide, and about 8 inches hight. I walked up these stairs,and leaned on the metal-pipe hand rail. After this, I woke up.

I felt very disappointed, because I really wanted to explore this
world. I could continue it in imagination, but it just dosen't feel the same.
I drew a map of the areas in this dream, and and write down some of
the details of what happened after I woke up.

I have no idea where any of this came from. No one I knew, no friends of friends died on 9/11. I have yet to be at a scene that was truly unsafe. I guess this was just some end-of-semester brain crap that had to get out somehow. Pretty sick huh?