Quote: "You'd have to be a decent writer to actually capture the essence of a dream or nightmare at all. Its really hard writing as it is often suggestive and unrelatable for others."
I agree totally, some of the most frightening moments I have ever experienced in a dream are very difficult to explain and often seem mundane outside of immediate context.
Quote: "recently, I often woke up while still being dreaming. To clarify: I opened my eyes and saw my room while still perceiving parts or sounds of the dream around me. Very unsettling because you cant move your body. You will eventually panic and wake up "completely"."
Share your horror mate, I often am stuck between dream and reality. These days it often results in me launching out of bed in full war mode attacking whatever it was, until i realize I am back here again and whatever it was is gone. I am just standing there in my underpants fighting air.
one very vivid bad dream that has stuck with me was quite strange and disturbing, difficult to explain well too but here goes. disclaimer, remember that dreams are real experiences that evaporate upon waking as apposed to thoughts or ideas which can be manipulated.
I remember that I was in a dark landscape in a reality with an uneasy and repressed demeanor. There was a decrepit house on a hill we(everyone in the dream world) all knew to be a place of great disturbance. My childhood friend and I decided we were going to explore it. we made our way up toward it, it was surprisingly easy to get there, however I was troubled by what I saw, We entered the house and there was a thick layer of dust that covered everything, it seemed to have not been entered for a long while, it was still and eerie. we heard noises and thinking that we had been discovered in a place we should not have been we ran for it, out the back and tripped over a pile of burned bodies. I managed to hide myself under the bodies however my friend was apparently discovered and spontaneously combusted. From my position I saw him run off into the distance screaming(the light of the flames) he eventually stopped and I knew he was dead. I emerged from the pile and re-entered the house, I remember there were a lot of portraits on the walls, and windy corridors, I reached a fireplace and saw a chain next to it, I pulled the chain and heard gears grinding and heavy objects moving a bell ringing and the groan of large creature waking.
I panicked and ran, I could hear the sound of something very heavy running very near by, I kept running for any exit I could stumble across, but instead wound up face to face with a nightmare creature, It is very hard to discribe but a picture is attached.
When we saw each other we stopped for a second, I Could feel its breath, I could smell the rotten meat on its teeth.
It took three or four breaths before it spoke the poem...
Sinking deeper, bottom feeder
locks and bolts wont bar the creeper
set in darkness laid as bait
where no-one can save you the creeper waits...
It was at this point that the dream randomly spliced, with a dynamite shack full of relics reminding me of past lives and another location where there was a garden and huntsman spiders with wings that flew by spinning, which I was fighting off with a tennis racket...
needless to say I must have felt persecuted that that point in time... I cant for the life of me remember what was bothering me now.
Just glad that I haven't had a night mare in years now.
I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.
