I hear a lot of people about having recurring dreams of being chased by the same thing, and waking up right before it kills you. I’ve never had a dream like that, that I can remember.
My dreams tend to be like stories, where I trying to do something or go somewhere, but my dream constantly shifts and I go through 3 or 4 places in a typical dream. Also, I’m usually in a place that I’ve never seen before, or a heavily modified version of places that are in my everyday life. Also, proportions of things and buildings constantly fly out of whack, like, for example, I look at a street, turn around, and look back to find that it’s a 50 lane highway, when I saw a 2 lane suburban neighborhood street. It’s not really a mystical type of unpredictable, but more of an ironic type of unpredictable.
My nightmares usually involve zombie versions of people I know or disturbingly deformed people (though not nearly as much as when I was little… 3rd grade was a bad year for my dreams, lots of freaky stuff). My nightmares usually start towards the end of a somewhat normal dream. More recently, my nightmares have had more variety.
I once woke up when a 20 ft. bug looking robot was on the side of our house making an alarm sound that was so loud it hurt my ears in my dream (and I’m a speaker enthusiast, I like loud sounds). It was supposedly a very large nuke bomb on legs and it was ready to detonate but I woke up. I also remember one time when my sister was sitting in a dark room, on a dark night in a discreet place which looked like what would be a garden in the daytime, but the only light being the deep blue moon made a very cold creepy feeling. She was screaming for help even though she was sitting calmly on a seat in the empty room. When I went in the room it was close to pitch black but I could see it was at least 2000 ft. off the ground, like some sort of balcony. It was night and I could see city lights outside, then I turn around to ask her what the problem is and I see a white flash and a ghost flies at me at nearly 100 miles an hour, screaming very loudly. Then, I wake up.
In a normal dream, I meet a lot of people I know, and occasionally I see people I haven’t seen in years. I usually set off to go somewhere because I have to do something or want to do something that I know only in the back of my head usually. My dream evolves as I meet other people, sometimes people I have never met, and as I walk into a new room or explore the strange world around me it gradually changes into 3 or 4 or 5, in rare cases I’ve been in possibly 7 separate places. Sometimes even turning around changes the place around me. Occasionally I do things I’d never do, but most of the time I stay my passive self. I was once in a knife fight with some random guy in my house and I didn’t feel a thing when he stabbed me (and I had no choice but to punch him unconscious with my bare hands, in which I oddly succeeded). Other times, I remember I scratched my arm too hard (and there was some alien fluid that drenched it) and these painfully sensitive white things popped up on my arm, and the skin on my arm itself turned a harsh sun-burnt red. When I touched one of the white things, even very gently, it felt familiar, like touching a skinned knee, but far worse. More like scratching a skinned knee on a cheese grater.
One of the only recurring dreams I can think of is one where I get a strange virus on my computer. The virus spawns pop-up after pop-up, then freezes my computer. After that, I try to turn off my computer. It won’t turn off. I unplug my computer. The monitor is still on. I unplug all the cables on the back of the computer tower. It’s still on. Then, it shuts off. Finally. It boots back up, and there’s a fake Windows 98 with a messed up color palette, with pop-ups and more pop-ups. Then it in general goes berserk and displays what looks like a virus on an acid trip. Then, suddenly, it shuts off, and boots up my normal computer, suspiciously and successfully.
There’s a lot more I’d like to say about my dreams, and maybe I went overboard, and I think I repeated a lot, but it’s 1:30 AM and I really don’t know what I doing, LOL. Like most people, I don’t think too clearly when I stay up until the early, really early morning.
Thank you to anyone who read through that. There might be a lot of typos so if anything doesn’t sound like complete English than just try to figure out what I tried to say. Again, it’s late and accuracy in general decreases when a person gets tired.
Again, thank you : ).
