posted on May, 12 2013 @ 12:42 AM
I have had a few dreams that were truly unforgettable in my lifetime, including these:
#1 - I had this dream when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was staying at my grandmother's house and I was in the spare bedroom (where I always
slept when I stayed there), and instead of the regular door to the room the door had been replaced by a strange little door (there really was a tiny
door in the house - it was in the master bedroom closet and was about 30" tall by about 18" wide or so, and it was just an access to the bathtub
plumbing). I was sitting on the bed and all of the sudden the latch on the door started to wiggle, as though someone or something was trying to open
the door. I became overwhelmed with terror, and began to scream for my grandmother. Finally, I knew the only way out was thru the tiny door, and
somehow I got up the courage to reach for the latch (which had stopped moving) and I flung the door open and ran screaming into the pitch black
hallway. I never did see what was trying to get at me, but that dream creeped me out for a very, very long time.
#2 (this was actually a series of recurring nightmares, actually more like night terrors) I was in my bed (I was in my late 20's when I had these
dreams) and I had the sense that something wraith-like was creeping under the door to my bedroom, like the mist in some old vampire movie that then
turns back into the vampire. I was flat on my back, totally paralyzed, and I could feel a very large animal slowly climb up onto my bed. I had the
sense that it was a big cat, like a leopard or cougar, and these dreams were so vivid I could actually feel the mattress depressing under its feet and
my body moving in response to that. It would straddle my body and even though I could not see it, I had the sense that its face and jaws were inches
from my face. All I could do was to scream, and when I finally woke up, I would wake up screaming. These dreams got so bad that it was like Nightmare
on Elm Street - I was almost afraid to go to sleep. I had half a mind to find a minister to bless my house, either that or go to a doctor and beg for
sleeping pills! The dreams eventually stopped, but only after nearly a year of terror.
#3 This was, thankfully, a one timer, but similar to the panther dreams. I was laying on my bed, on my back, and I looked up at the ceiling and
noticed a huge black beetle crawling around. I realized it was going to be right over my head very soon, but I was paralyzed and my mouth was wide
open and I couldn't close it. The bug then crawled until it was right over my open mouth, and all of the sudden it let go of the ceiling and dropped
straight into my mouth (like something out of the Mummy movies). At that point I woke up screaming like the panther dreams.
#4 This has to be the sickest, saddest dream I've ever had, and it still horrifies me to this day (I was a child when I had this dream and I had a
hard time getting it out of my mind). I was wandering around somewhere trying to find my dog and found myself in a hideous restaurant, where to my
horror I find my dog in a pot on the stove. But even worse where the details - he was cooking away in the stew pot and parts of his lower body had
been carved away and already served, and yet he was still alive, sitting there looking at me and panting. I knew that too much of him was gone and I
might not be able to save him, and no one paid me any attention when I tried to stop them from carving him up and serving him. I woke from that dream
with my pillow wet with tears. But the funny thing was that dog actually lived to a ripe old age of 17 years!
Finally, there are my lifelong recurring nightmares - all having to do with furnaces or boilers that are about to explode and burn down the house or
building that I am in. In the dreams, I'm always trying to either escape the explosion or find a way (like a kill switch or breaker) to prevent it.
Sometimes I'm successful, other times not. Sometimes I pull the kill switch but the power comes back on and the explosion and flames happen anyway.
I think these come from something that actually happened when I was a child. My grandparents' next door neighbor was away and he took me and my
grandmother over to check on their house. Well, it was hot as hell in there and all the plants were all wilted and dead (in the middle of winter) and
suddenly my grandfather told my grandmother to take me and get out. Turns out the boiler had malfunctioned and was on the verge of exploding (my
grandfather shut it down in the nick of time) and would have burned the house down. That incident also caused me to be afraid of the furnace in every
house I lived in as a child thereafter.