15 years ago
Sun Aug 24 2008, 04:38pm
I've had a lot of scary dreams, but most of them don't involve myself. My mind makes up fictional characters while I sleep, and then creates situations for them.
This dream really freaked me out because it was about myself. I dreamed this when I was about 10, but I still remember it really clearly.
I was with my family by a river. I was older - about 30. The sky was cloudy, and the atmosphere was dark and foreboding. My dad was fishing in the river. He was using silver bullets to catch a special type of fish. Everyone was happy and laughing, but I could sense something that they couldn't. My family was acting a bit crazy, but I was the only one who seemed to sense something odd.
I said I was going for a walk. I walked around aimlessly for a while, but I felt as though I was being led somewhere. Then I found a cave. I decided to go in.
As soon as I stepped into the cave, I was a child again. There was an overwhelming feeling of danger. I tried to leave the cave, but it was too late. A net came down over me, and I passed out.
I woke up in a small white room. The white of the walls was painfully pure. It seemed to glow. There were no doors or windows. It was like a box.
The room was lined with small cages, and the cages were filled with children. The cages were very small, and the children only had room to sit cross-legged in them, fingers gripping the bars tightly, and vacant grins on their faces. Their eyes were vacantly bright, like they had no minds.
I was very scared. I went around, banging on the walls, trying to find a way out. I kept yelling “Let me out! Let me out!†and there were tears pouring down my face.
I went up to the children and tried to talk to them, tried to ask them what was happening. They just stared vacantly at me, still grinning.
Then a gong rang. The cages opened, and all of the children got out in unison. Skipping ropes and balls appeared, and the children picked them up and started playing with them in unison. Their expressions didn’t change.
After a few more tears and banging my fists against the wall, I eventually collapsed on the ground, crying helplessly.
The dream faded and then came back. I could tell that some time had passed.
My best friend entered the room. She was very scared, and crying. She went around and banged at the walls, terrified. Then the gong rang and she looked around wildly. Her expression changed to one of horrified recognition. She took a step forward, and the another step. "Monika?! (my name)" she said.
Then I could see my face, and I was smiling mindlessly, just like all of the other children.
A bit of drool slipped out of the corner of my mouth."Don't worry, _____," I said. "We're all happy here. So... happy."
And then I saw my friend stepping back, shaking her head and looking horrified.
Freaky, huh? I had that dream when I was about 10, and I've never forgotten it. I think it's the scariest dream I've ever had, because it involved me.
Has anyone else had a really detailed dream like this? And what do you think causes them? I certainly have no idea where that dream came from, but I was hoping some other people might know what can cause a dream like that. :)
Avialle honey, i have no idea what causes these types of dreams but i have them too.
I was about 14 when i had this dream. For some reason, I was the lady from Medium, wearing a neat, dark grey skirt-suit with sheer tights and charcoal grey heels. I went to a big mansion house with the inspector dude to look into a mysterious disappearance. We were shown into a really fancy entrance hall with a huge staircase on the right and beautiful white carpet. So white it looked as though it had been replaced recently, no tread mark down the middle and so on... There was a really freaky hat stand on my left as I entered the house. It looked like four people had been twisted together by their legs and their arms were flailing in agony. We were ushered further into the house, past the staircase and into a room on the left of the hall by the butler, who told us his mistress was too distraught to speak to us today, but had asked him to show us into the room where her missing husband had last been seen.
This room was a huge dining parlour, with folding glass doors and a massive mirror spanning the right wall. It reflected the long, oak table, which seated 50 people (I counted), the rich, deep blue carpet and duck-egg blue walls, and a large, ornamented grandfather clock. The butler informed us that the missing man had been seated directly in front of the clock when he disappeared during a formal dinner party. The inspector and I glanced at each other, then looked at the clock. I asked if anyone had been near the clock since the man's disappearance. The butler replied that no-one besides ourselves had come in to the room since his master's disappearance.
As he spoke, the reflection of the clock in the mirror caught my eye. I hadn't been paying much attention to it before, but the butler's words brought on what seemed like one of the Medium woman's psychic visions. I saw the grandfather clock slowly coming open, and as the now-missing man rose to refill his dinner plate, he was sucked into the clock. All of this only took a few seconds and none of the guests had been looking directly at the man at the time. Moments later, chaos erupted as people realised that their host had disappeared right before their eyes. None of them knew how it had happened or who saw him last and, in a panic, they all left the house as quickly as they could.
As soon as the door had closed, the man's body was raised into the body of the clock, hanging from a chain that was being pulled from below to suspend the man inside the clock. He had been skinned alive. He had no eyelids, no lips, no ears. He was at this point still alive. He screamed but no one heard him, because they had all left and the grandfather clock's wood dampened the sound considerably. His eyes were very blue, watering because he couldn't blink. Slowly, slowly, the man bled to death and was again lowered into the floor below the grandfather clock. The false floor concealing the gap from accidental discovery was slid back into place.
I returned to the present with a look of horror on my face. I asked the butler if he could give the inspector and i a few moments. He left and as I turned to the inspector, the grandfather clock caught my eye. The man's body was being lifted into the clock again. This time, his body was rotting, and i could see that the eyes had been gouged out. I took an involuntary step back, shocked. Then i realised it must be something to do with the door. When the door closed, the body was lifted. When it opened, the body was lowered. The inspector looked at me in horror and said "Someone took great care with this murder. They set it up so that the body would be raised and lowered when the door was closed or opened, while managing to keep it unseen." I just nodded, too sick to speak.
I woke up and had to run to the bathroom to be sick, it felt so real. Although i wasn't directly involved, it was still really unsettling. I don't even watch Medium! ???