what nightmares scare you?

Surrounded by different creatures like ghost zombie etc at high building and only way to save myself up is to jump from there -.-

@lovely_complexities (from jun 2) Yes I have had them where it felt like I was experiencing them. Now a days I seem to know the difference. But up to like 3 years ago they were so vivid and violent and horrible I would wake up and do a check. My friends caught me doing this before and asked me if I wanted to get a room with myself. And I have had dreams so vivid that it made my body think I really got hurt since I have woken up with some cuts and scrapes that only happened in the dream. Mainly because during the worse nightmares I don't move at all.

Once I had a dream that I was in this swamp with black water and sand that was so white it looked like salt. The vegetation was an unbelievably vibrant green. It was like being on another planet. I was trudging through the pools of black water when I felt a bite on my ankle. Not so severe but more like a bug bite. I looked at my ankle and noticed a short, thin, white worm trying to work it's way into my leg via a small wound it had made. I pulled it out and threw it as far as I could. All I could think was, "I hope that thing wasn't carrying some crazy disease." Little did I know what was in store for me. As I kept walking, the wound on my ankle began to feel more and more irritated until I had no choice but to look at it again. Upon examination a saw 3 more white worms squirming in wounds of their own centimeters from the original bite. I grabbed one and pulled it out. It felt as though it had managed to get a little deeper than the first one. When I looked at it, it seemed longer too. I tossed it aside and grabbed another. This one felt even deeper than the last. Suddenly something occurred to me. "Are these things growing out of me?" I thought as I pulled the last worm out. I began to panic and frantically searched for more on my body. I found one on my forearm, it's tiny body writhing a few centimeters out of my skin. I grabbed it and gave it a tug. This worm was so long that I could feel it snake through the muscle tissue of my entire arm as I pulled it. I've never felt anything so blood curdling. Even after I'd spanned my arms I far as I could it was still in my arm. I had to grab onto it again and keep pulling before it eventually came out. At this point I knew I was going to die. The worms were going to devour me from the inside out. I woke up horrified. One of the worst dreams I've ever had.

I don't really have nightmares anymore, or maybe they are and I just don't react much to them. I remember my dreams pretty well and I think that some or most of them have been nightmare material but I'm not usually very scared or anything. Usually I'm dying or running from my life. Weird dreams when I've been shot on a train by a masked woman, others where we're trapped in a house and being killed by vampires. It's usually more weirdly abstract than scary to me, though. I do have a harder time falling asleep after waking up to one of those dreams though.

It's rare but sometime I have some kind of lucid dreaming or fourth wall breaking and there's some thing uncanny talking me into sweet things. I damn the thing to hell but the more I curse it and the sweeter it gets. Then I start hearing the voice of my mother telling me it's alright and nothing bad is happening, and it's just horrifying to see a monster speaking with her voice. But I wake up and realize my mom was actually talking to me. It's funny when I think about it but when it is happening it is very scary.

To me, the dreams I hate the most are the ones that depict the things I want to happen in real life the most. Even worse if those things are now impossible. It's like when a dog has a piece of meat strapped to it and the dog can see it but never reach it. It's a really depressing feeling. I would rather have a legitimate nightmare.

Fear, not really, understanding what fear is helps, that and training myself in lucid dreams. But if I had to pick one thing I would say time, its such a constant to a relative matter. Regardless of what you do it ticks down. You can choose to distract yourself with things that signify purpose and meaning but in the end its always there. You can make perceptions of death being only a part of your time and make peace with it, but thats still not a guarantee. Life ticks away every second, people do in fact going by data on average. There are so many things that you dont know as time continously goes on . All you can do is make predictions and estimates. Its a fear for those who are not satisfied with immovable rules and want to go past it. Thus it is a constant in dreams as well, hmm..