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Wow. That really sucks. The worst dream I ever read of went like this: guy thinks he's laying down on his bed and awake and hearing people in the other room. He's actually dreaming this. He's looking up at the ceiling and sees a black shape open up, like the 2001 monolith. These tendrils of light come down and pass over his body, then wrap around his wrists and ankles and begins to pull him up off the bed towards the ceiling. He realizes that if he enters that hole, he's gone. He can't struggle, he can't talk, he's just being pulled up and up. Then there's a loud noise from out in the hall from the people who were really there in reality. He felt like he dropped from several feet up back down to the bed and woke up. As he's waking he hears this totally inhuman voice whisper "No one would believe you." Yeesh. I'm getting gooseflesh just typing this one. Really freaky.
Worst nightmare I ever had wasn't scary in the details but in how real it was. I don't lucid dream and I don't remember dreams all that well, certainly not taking part in them. I won't bore you with the details of the dream but the short version is that a friend and I were working out west of town in Belle Glade in a migrant camp. It took me a long time dreamwise to start questioning the premise. "Wait, he just graduated from pharmacy school. Why is he working in a migrant camp? Why am I here? Shit, I've got work to get back to!" When I came out of the dream it was so disorienting I had to jump up from bed and stagger across the room, almost falling. And nothing in the dream was really scary. Outside the camp, walking down a dirt road, wondering why there was a 20 ft python in the drainage ditch, finding myself in a hotel room with a dirty shovel and trying not to get dirt all over everything. That was the point where the dream fell apart. The details don't mean anything to anyone else, it's just how REAL everything felt. That's what made it unusual and freaky.
What's really scary is my sister's dreams are ALWAYS like this. Her dreams are 100% immersive, always feel like real life, and some dreams keep coming back. This one she described was pretty vivid, being in some sort of military camp out in the jungle. Everything gets kind of quiet and the sound seems to draw away as if the sources are receeding in the distance. There's a shining object falling from the sky and then everything turns white with blindng fire as trees begin to steam and burn. Thing is, she's not a miliary buff and this is not the sort of thing typically on her mind. She tends to pick up details that she wouldn't have been exposed to. She's not a fan of monster movies and prefers poofter Anne Rice vampires to the gross and icky kind. Well, the night I read "I am Legend" she has a dream straight out of that book, before I told her anything about the story. The creatures in her dream were vampires and moved fast but were deformed and ugly, formerly human, and they could turn you with a bite. She's holed up in our garage with a group of survivors, including a teenage couple. The girl has a bite on her arm and is going fast. They know she'll turn after death. The thing is, she called these creatures vampires even though they're more like zombies than the vampires she would read about.
I'll keep my dreams I barely remember. Much safer that way.
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