Nightmares

[The Icy One]

Not sure if we have one of these, but.. since I'm not sure and I took so long to write this out anyway.. let me start...




I think it took place in my grandmother home, can't be to sure.. it was a larger house though. It started out farely normal, almost seemed like a family get together dream, but somehow instead of it being me and my cousin playing like the awesome Xbox 360 early in a dream.. we decided to take a video camera up to the attic. My cousin decided to be the camera man..

We shot in several spaces, goofing off.. he would shut the camera off between spaces. Then we got to a corner and I sat down for some reason, when I turned to stand I breifly saw a face.. and proceeded to scream my head off. The adults of the house rush upstairs, force us into laughing off any kind of stupid 'fear' that we might have imagined.. and to prove we saw nothing they poped the tape in.

So the video starts off with like a picnic or something from earlier and they have to fast forward, they do so and stop just as were entering the upstairs. By now most of them are laughing at our 'stupid' expedition for ghost hunting. The camera blips off and turns back on..

Suddenly you see me standing, and something blurry with almost like smoke rolling off of it is walking next to me. I swear I could hear my Aunt's actual voice say "Oh my god.." it blips again to us both, Sean holding the camera out infront of himself, and in the background is a blurry white figure. By this time.. in the dream.. I'm breathing so hard I would consider it a asthema attack.. it blips again to me about to sit down and I wake up..



I believe at some point during this I was aware of the fact it was a dream or nightmare, and I'm glad I forced myself awake before finding out what kind of full fledged ghost my mind could produce. The worst thing about the dream was it's realism, to many things were very odd about this dream... like various little facts you'd think wouldn't appear in a "random" dream...

1. For starters, the time frame.. this dream all happened in less than a hour. My mom had gotten home some time after 4:30am, I was with my little sister asleep in that room till then. I woke up from this nightmare at 5:30am.
2. Camera, why would I think to use a camera to capture ghosts? I mean in real life, sure this may cross my mind.. but in a dream, this detail you think would be missed. Not to mention the fact that my mind knew to make sure it only appeared during the video play except for the breif moment.
3. The setting, the voices, the order and general carrying out of the dream was so real.
4. My panic attack, like I said.. my breathing towards the end was heavy and fast.. I woke up.. still breathing like that in real life.



On top of that, that face.. that brief random glimpse that made me scream in terror in a dream. It wasn't human, all I can remember in the basic shape without allowing my mind to wander and add to it to make it worse. Triangular.. like it had a break or long mouth.

The thoughts that wandered through my mind for the few hours this morning had me tearing up, true fear caused by to much of a random nightmare to let me think it was random. I think the general freakyness made it worse, not to mention the breathing that carried over from nightmare to real life.

As I near a tiring state tonight I can only hope that another dream like this doesn't occur... feel free to comment on one of my rare remembered dreams, which like many of the ones I do remember.. is a nightmare.




Feel free to post your own and comment on others..

[Got]

I don't have many nightmares, I've only ever had two I can remember.

But the scariest one happened a couple of years at a music festival and I'm sure you can imagine the sort of stuff you drink, smoke and place on your tongue at music festivals.

Anyway, I dozed off in the tent some time in the morning, with terribly vivid (yet exhilarating) fires burning around me, I felt good, and that's the way this nightmare started off - fairly light-hearted.

So I'm on a school trip (bearing in mind I hadn't even been in school in a few years) to the beach. And when we get there, I get off the bus with a friend of mine and we start strolling up and down the stretch of sand when all of a sudden I hear this thing yapping at my legs. It's a bloody 3 foot tall lobster on a leash, and it's owner's pulling it back, saying "Down boy!". I find this hilarious, what a cute, oversized lobster it was. So I pat it on the head and continue strolling with my friend.

Everything's askew, but this is seemingly completely normal to me in the dream. So we make our way through the little people lounging underneath cocktail umbrellas, the colourful jellyfish that are doing the cancan on the water's edge and the ice creams that are selling frozen door knobs. Life is great, it's a nice day at the beach.

We seemed to walk so far, the exuberant inhabitants of the beach were long gone in the distance and a breeze picked up, not one of those enjoyable breezes but a rather cold one. So I figure we should probably just head back. That was until a swarm of those 3 foot lobsters arose from the sea and marched on us. I certainly didn't treat this army of claw-snapping fiends the same way I treated that lovely, domesticated lobster earlier, I was sure they were out for blood. So we walked (because after all, lobsters don't move very fast) up to a house that was set back a little from the beach and went in the back door.

It was a very dark looking house, not that I perceived danger from it at all, it was surely better than death by lobster anyway. So there we are standing in a room of this house, it's completely dark, we couldn't see anything. And then, as if by magic, candles lit up and revealed a very strange sight indeed, there was a wacky party going on. It seemed to be a very strange noirish, pulpy vaudevillian ball of burlesque. Men in top hats, garish waistcoats and lavish bow ties were dancing about with pale-faced women in long gowns with many a beauty spot marked upon them to penny wise music (that clowny music, not the punk stuff).

There was a stage to the back of the room on which there was several risque dancers and something else going on that I couldn't make out, but these strange people seemed to be laughing at it. It was a terrible cocophony of terrifying laughter.

But still, I wasn't frightened at all. Uneasy, sure, because it was an incredibly bizarre scene. I turned to my left, and then to my right but my friend had disappeared, he obviously hadn't been there from the moment the candles flickered to life to light these people. But what I did see to my left was a number of tanks against the wall, filled with a watery, green liquid. And floating in those tanks were dismembered body parts. This is where the dream took a turn for the worse.

My heart started beating pretty hard after I saw the tanks and then everything goes deadly silent. I looked to the stage and there, standing in dim light, was a tall guy, in a top hat, funky waistcoat, morning suit. He had a bloody monacle, as well as a big, **** off curly moustache.

He held his cane up and everybody in the room turned to the stage and he shouted something I could hear but couldn't make out. And as soon as he did so every creepy ass person in the room turned and looked right at me. Thing is they didn't really have eyes, they just had black sockets where their eyes should be. Then the next thing I know they start reaching in to their pockets, coats, gowns and cleavages and each produces a meat cleaver.

Being the smart guy that I am, I thought I'd scamper out of there in my terrified state, and so I did so. Pushing my way through these hideous incarnations of my mind towards a door on the far side of the room. I glance back, all eyes are still on me and they start slowly walking toward me, cleaver aloft. Well, I hastily dived through that door and slammed it shut.

I found myself in a hall I recognised. It was the hall of my house and the door to outside was nought but a few feet in front of me. Perfect, I thought, and to add to the joy, I'd found my friend again, he was half way out the front door. So I run up to the door and the bastard's locked it from the outside! Well, I was ****ting myself, I ran in to a room I knew had a front window in it (after all I'm in my own house now) as I figure I can smash a window open and escape. I'm banging on this window like nobody's business trying to smash it but it's not working. I heard a rapping on a door, and I know it's those snappily dressed vaudevillian guys with the cleavers so I hammer on this window even harder, it's still not breaking.

So the door creeks open and in those petrifying guys shuffle, all staring dead in to my eyes. And as the one at the front approached me he lifted up his cleaver and brought it down right on to the side of my face.

... and this is where I wake up to my friend slapping that exact side of my face. Why was he slapping me to wake me up? Because I'd somehow made my way out of my tent and was lying about 15 feet away on grass, writhing.

It may not sound incredibly scary but that was honestly the single most terrifying moment of my life. Even though it wasn't really a moment, it's still the most frightening experience of my life. I honestly felt like I was going to have a stress induced heart-attack.

It's a shame really if it hadn't have turned in to a nightmare when it did, that could have been one hell of a party.