What was your worst nightmare ever?

I tell ya man it was just fuckin awful, awful. But I just can’t remember it. Only thing I remember is that it was awful, and the bedding was wet….with sweat.

The one that lingered the longest and upset me the most was the one I had of my father dying in a motorcycle accident. At the time I couldn’t understand why I dreamt it. It was so real and even after I woke I couldn’t shake the feeling of sorrow and fear I had felt in the dream. Later I understood that it was my anxiety about how he was not taking care of himself by controlling his diabetes. The motorcycle symbolized reckless behavior. Ha, ha, the idea of my Dad on a motorcycle is funny. Not exactly his style. He was no hell on wheels!

My issues/problems don’t even hold a candle to the ones my heros like @lucillelucillelucille face each and every day they wake reminded of the one or more terrible health issues they have. :(

I had a flying dream and it was wonderful, until I was swooping down, ripping the necks out of my friends when they were walking to school. And I was gloriously triumphant and evil.

A jumbled mish-mash in the wake of watching Sphere when I was about 8. Something about snakes? I wish my dreams were clearer.

I don’t even want to type it.
TheothernightIhadtowatchmybrotherbedecapitated.

It was a dream about meeting a woman named Suzanne who was wonderful, charming, gracious, etc. She was in love with my SO, and for some reason, she seemed more worthy of his love than I am. I woke up to a wet pillow from tears. This was almost two years ago, and the emotions, if not the dream, are still fairly vivid. I hate Suzanne.

I can’t remember too well but what I do remember is that I catch some new pandemic and I have to do something, and if I can do this something this pandemic will end, but I’m just getting weaker and weaker from this disease as I get closer to what I need to do. I didn’t make it either.

After my mother died two years ago I kept getting these dreams about her. these dreams were the weirdest most vivid dreams I have had in my life. One of the dreams my mother like was buried in a tomb, like in Romeo and Juliet. The tomb was apparently under out house which we never noticed. Well I was upstairs, but in the dream I could see her wake up from death go to the fridge upstairs and get something to eat telling me she was just hungry. She then preceded to go downstairs and get back on the slab of concrete and continue being dead. I have thought a lot about the meaning of this dream and I came up with this, Dinner time was an important thing at our house and she was one hell of a cook. As far as the waking up part, I think she, her spirit, and I do believe this, was trying to tell me she was OK. She was trying to tell me not to worry that although dead she is not gone. Although it was not something I considered a nightmare, it creeps me out to this day.

That everyone else was dead and I was alive. And while I was walking around I kept seeing shadows moving around and when I got there it turned out to be nothing.

Mine happened when I was young. It was concurrent, every night (for at least several months though to me it felt like years). I would suddenly (in my dreams) find myself running in a cone (or more accurately, a tunnel) very vividly.. I could see.. something bright at the far end but the faster I ran, the farther away it would appear.. eventually the running would wake me.. dazilly I would open my eyes to experience the same effect across the room just like I saw in my dreams (that is, the window across the room looked miles away) and I would have to consciously focus in for the room to become normal again. The fact that I also had tinnitis made it even worse.. Then one night it just stopped but afterward I was unable to experience vivid dreams (only impressions of what gray toned forms and places were).. Though the doctors told my parents that what I had told them resembled descriptions of people who were pronounced clinically dead and returned, the experts couldn’t explain my malady and attributed it to a child’s imagination who had probably seen it on tv but we had no tv at that period in my life). To date I can not conjure that dream up nor have I been able to experience vivid, technicolor dreams.

Sweet holy moly, the most terrible nightmare or dream I can remember was about 20 some odd years ago. It seemed so real I was glad when I woke up. I was riding on what seem like a large black slab. There was a very tall angel standing beside me. We were traveling through a void, a maelstrom of what look like dark black clouds with some green mist that was backlit. Then in distance there was a sliver of orangey red. There were about two other angels pushing a larger slab than the one the angel and I was on. As we got closer and our angle changes, I could see there was a multitude of screaming naked people in the recess of the slab that was guided by the other angels toward the orange sliver in the void. I Though the sliver was hardly visible viewed on edge but in front of it you could deep it was like a deep hold filled with fire. I asked the angel what the void we were headed to was and he said it was the Lake of Fire and brimstone. The other angels made it over the fiery and tipped their slab over spilling the screaming people into it. I asked the angel who were those people, and the angel said that those were the people who died in their sins. As we started to back away from it, I woke up and was glad it was a dream and that I wasn’t on the slab being dumped into that pit of fire.

My worst nightmare went on constantly for a month and every night too. Well here’s how it goes. I was walking through this forest all by myself and out of no where a were wolf jumps me and shreds me to pieces and everytime that the were wolf jumped me I all of a sudden woke up and was heavily breathing, and basically scared out of my mind. Every night for that month i probably only had 2–3 hours of sleep every night.

For me, nightmare is just as beautiful as my other sweet dreams.

I haven’t had any kind of nightmare these days (sigh), the most memorable and frightening nightmare I had would be when all of my friends and family members suddenly turned in to vampires, one by one, each of them try to bite new victim in a planned strategical pattern, I and my cousin (weird, why him!?) struggle to survive, to avoid being bitten, and to hide whenever we can from people we suspect as vampires. In the end, It’s just me, alone, and I finally accept the fate I must face, I let myself fall in to their desire, someone bit me, I become a vampire, and the next feeling I got is trying to bite other unaffected victims.

I love it when I experienced adrenaline-pumping situation in my nightmare (i.e. I don’t have to fall off a cliff to get that adrenaline while I could experience it in my nightmare). Nightmare is beneficial, yet rare.

Waking up and realising it isn’t a dream

losing my younger brother in quiksand.

I am afraid of water. Drowning in a dream was worst.

I fight bears in my nightmares.It’s exhausting.;)
@Cruiser -I handle my health. It is by no means terrible and if you think I wake up every morning weepng over it,you are sadly mistaken,thank you very much.

I was being attacked by this big arse shark, a great white, it was pissed. Terrible, awful nightmare. Luckily a three year old toddler was paddling right next to me, made an excellent mouth wedge & I made good my escape.

@lucillelucillelucille I apologize if you were mistaken over my intent as anything that I would identify as a “nightmare” are all in my head and easily solvable..

@Cruiser Uh huh

Geez, I hate to lurve any of these answers, they’re all so horrible. But really fascinating . . .