Deadly Nightmares.

[alpha]

Tell about those meanie nightmares where you are killed.


Okay I had two nightmares where I died. They were both kinda stupid/weird.


1. The setting was the tv series "Salute your Shorts" and like I was in the guys cabin and stuff and the girls where trying to kill us all or something with a knife then I ran and hid in the bathroom and then some girl stabs me in the back and I die. When I woke up I had a pain in my back.

2. I don't know exactly what was happening but I was yelling at my dad because the news said there was going to be a atomic bomb that will fall on our city. So the rest of us are leaving in our car and then something happens and we get out and start running and like the atomic bomb hits and i grab on to my brother "because i'm not dying alone ;)" and so like burn up and i sort of see my self as my body collapes and my skull going down into my bones but in a 1st person view.


You?

[Jesus]

I haven't had any death dreams. I had a dream where my best mate steph kept running me over with a bus. And then when I got up he gave me a shotgun and we went and shot at the ocean.

[dork]

d00d, i suffer through alot of night terrors. it is THE MOST SCARIEST SH!T you could ever live though.

[alpha]

Post away dork and get on aim...please my lover.

[ch33f]

I dreamt that if you die and you are a sinner, you don't go to a firey hell... you are forever stuck in this forum. :|

[dork]

you got insomnia or something shane?

[alpha]

I also had one of those dreams like when i was 8 or 9 and i "woke up" and i went to my parent's room because i was scared to sleep in my room again and then the devil was there and then i really woke up and I went to my parent's room and sleep with them in there bed. :)

[ch33f]

you got insomnia or something shane?

That or I am living inside a giant chamber where everyone I see and know is all part of a major scheme to uncover my super powers and exploit me to destroy the planet Heorditof.

[dork]

haha, my brother (when he was a kid) had a dream that a demon with a guitar (he was a KISS fan) was chasing him. he slept in my parents bedroom untill he was a teenager lol.

[Jesus]

And you had a romp?

[dork]

romp roast?

[ch33f]

Aye twas no dream. I had just ran a 20 Mile marathon while playing heavy death metal with really bad sunburn and he had the nerve to call me "cool".

[dork]

don't be a pussy Shane...you chose a life of evil.

[Jesus]

I Am Gene Simmons!

[dork]

http://www.mk-magazine.com/news/3-20-03/gene.jpg

commercialized phear :dur:

[ch33f]

I will never sell out!

http://gamingxs.com/zzstuff/DemonFromHellg.jpg




LOL, look what I found, a picture of Dork.

http://www.bigel.net/images/pictureimages/december_2003/electricguitar.jpg

[dork]

hahahahahaha, kitty on my f00t and I wanna touch IT

[Jesus]

MUAHAHAA My plan will be unveiled in T-minus 5

[ch33f]

I am scared...

[Michael]

I had a dream...where I killed thousands of people...and there was this baby at my feet...I picked him up....I could feel his neck...how fragile it was...It was smiling at me...I smiled back and....then...I went to grizzlebee's, and got a onion flower....

[Jesus]

I Am Gene Simmons!

[Vishus]

I don't know what to say about this dream.

You see my friend from my college art class were there and we were all wizards. Then they got together and magically kicked my ass. I was trying my best and I'm like "Why?" All I could think of was being a darn good wizard and they do this to me and some girl too. So were thrown into this place to work. Ok we worked by digging holes and cleanning junk and our boss was just psychopathic and starting acting like a family member of the Chainsaw Family (Texas Chainsaw Massacre). He messes up the girl and then finally I take a pen and kill him and the dream ends. The girl didn't die though.

[alpha]

^lol that's how most dreams are.

[The Dude]

I usually dont have dreams. When I do it is usually about something I have had on my mind all day, but it comes out all warped and twisted in dreams

[HolyPaladin]

I had a particularly disturbing plague of nightmares, for a time several years back. I'm not sure why, but there was a period of perhaps a couple of weeks during which I always had the most gut-wrenchingly horrible nightmares that went way beyond any standard nightmares, and they were real vivid. Each nightmare was worse than the one before, and any one of them would have made for a top-selling motion picture, but they got so bad that there was one night that I sharply rose from one and I briefly thought that I was dead, failing even to find a heartbeat in my chest. It was to the point where I was intrigued and daily anticipated the next graphic nightmare, just to see what was in store for me next.

There was one wherein I was being hunted by a small band of witches in the wilderness somewhere. The odd thing was that they returned for me in a later nightmare to pick up what they left unfinished, almost as though it were real people after me in the real world. It wasn't like lame Harry Potter crap, but like more serious sorcerer stuff like you might see in a movie made for matured adults, but they seemed almost believable somehow.

The worst one that I ever had, though (the one I said that I sharply awoke from wondering if I was dead), had this guy going around killing people systematically, moving from one house to the next slaying its occupants with unbelievable skill and speed. He must have wiped out a residential city block in a matter of minutes, and with his bare hands! He looked human, but he seemed somehow not human, like the humanity was only external but with something much more monsterous lurking beneith the flesh. He was cold; emotionless and expressionless like a machine, but not a machine, though he killed methodically like one.

The crappy part is that I hopped from one person's body to the next, assuming their identity for a matter of moments; just long enough to live for a moment as that person and experience this guy punching his hand through my chest like punching the blunt of a pencil into a hot stick of butter and ripping my heart out. As soon as my person was dead, I became his next victim right before he killed that one. He must have killed me dozens of times in rapid succession, time and again in just minutes. When I jumped from the dream, my chest actually ached as though he had been punching my real chest. It took me a few minutes before I could find my heartbeat.

I've had plenty of horrible ones that were nearly as bad, but I don't remember them so well, anymore. I think I remember that one because it was the worst of them all.

[Jesus]

Paaladin had niiightmaaaares.