Archive for the ‘Dreams’ Category

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Doug is in trouble.

January 25, 2016

My mother was a teenager and had a dream where my uncle, Doug, was banging on some large doors while laying down. He was trying to yell something but was injured badly. My mother says what woke her was the pounding noise on the door. She wakes up and runs to my grandparent’s room crying, “Doug is in trouble! He is hurt!” She tries to explain her dream and they comfort her back into bed.

Not long later my mother wakes up again, but this time the knocks are real. My grandather opens the door to two policemen. They tell my family that Doug had been stabbed in a parkinglot at a local bar and was at the hospital.

Apparently my uncle Doug had some words with four other guys in the bar about his girlfriend. They went to leave and the four guys jumped him at the back of the bar. He yelled for his girlfriend to drive off and get help. So she did. But after the assault he was found by one of the employees at the back of the bar, knocking with his little amount of strength on his stomach. They narrowly missed a main artery, too. He still had visible scars he showed me as a kid.

Take what you will from the story, but it still creeps me out a bit.

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did you dream of blood.

January 25, 2016

A few years back I had an incredibly intense fucked up dream and I won’t go into details about it because I feel uncomfortable especially because of what happened afterward and I feel superstitious about describing it

Anyway I woke up from this dream crying because of the despair I felt over what happened in the dream, and that is something that has happened only twice in my life, although the first time I woke up crying from a dream it was fear that caused it.

This was despair and something prompted me to call my family members to see if they were ok. When I got a hold of my dad I was on the edge of panic which I couldn’t understand and I was scaring myself. My dad was scared too and asked me what was wrong, I told him about the horrific dream and the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He got really quiet and asked me to repeat some of the details of the dream. My father is Arabic and there are some old Middle Eastern superstitions he believes. He asked me whether I saw blood amongst the brutality from my dream I described to him. I could hear the fear in his voice but I had calmed myself down now and embarrassed that a dream drove me to do much panic. He told me seeing blood is a good sign because the old superstition he knew said that seeing blood is a good thing and despite the brutal things I saw, a sign of life.

I could hear in his voice how on edge he sounded, my hysteria when I initially called him didn’t help matters. Feeling silly for how I acted and wanting to reassure him I told him I did in fact see blood and he sounded relieved and just told me not to worry. The problem is I didn’t in fact see blood, there was no blood anywhere, all that horrific shit and no blood, which according to superstition is a very bad sign. For the record I am a very rational person and not someone who believes in dream omens or that type of stuff.

Minutes after I was done I get a call, it’s my sister and she’s crying hysterically asking if my dad was ok and she had a horrible dream about him. Side note, my sister was living apart from the family and estranged from my father. Hearing my sister in this state I start to panic again. I ask her what she’s talking about, did she call dad? She tells me no she just woke up from a horrible dream about him. My sister has NEVER called me this way before.

We are panicking for a good two hours because my dad wasn’t answering. A few hours after initially calling him the police call my house to tell us my dad was in an accident, he was in critical condition in the hospital and the person in the passenger seat didn’t survive. I break down, hysterical again, because it feels like I knew this was going to happen and I lied to him about the blood.

I got to the hospital and we got to go see him a few days later, the first thing he says to me was ‘your dream’ and he starts crying, and I’m crying too. I saved the news clipping from the accident but I won’t post it here because I’d rather not reveal my last name. It was the single weirdest and creepiest thing that ever happened to me and this has never been something I could explain

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January 25, 2016

I spent the night at my best friend’s house and had a horrible, vivid nightmare about her step-dad attacking and raping me. I remember waking up and thinking it was real so I sprung up and locked the door before a “second” attack could occur.

A couple months later she confessed that he had raped her multiple times (and “he thinks you’re hot”).

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“Maggie, you have to wake up!”

January 25, 2016

This is my friends story. She was sleeping in on Halloween morning. She was having a vivid dream that she was having an out of body experience. Floating above herself, she was trying everything to wake herself up. She was screaming (we’ll say Maggie) MAGGIE WAKE UP! You have to wake up right now, you have to buy the kids Halloween candy.

Getting up early, especially on a weekend morning, was extremely out of character for Maggie. She woke up in a panicked sweat, throws on some clothes and leaves in a hurry because for some reason, getting Halloween candy is super fucking important right now.

Once she comes back home, she opens the door and is hit immediately by the strong scent of gas. Her roommate accidentally left the gas stove on and gas had filled the entire house. She believes, as do I, in some unconscious, last-ditch effort to save herself, she had this out of body dream to wake herself and leave the house immediately.

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the nightmare about the man in the top hat and the black cat

August 15, 2015

Quite a few things, but one that sticks out in my mind right now is when one of the kiddos was a newborn and a little off. I slept on the couch with them upright and had a crazy dream about a disfigured man in a top hat and long nose creeping around our house and trying to get in. I then awoke into a sleep paralysis episode where a black cat was trying to jump on the baby. I woke up to me jerking the little one away from the cat/dream demon. The feeling was so incredibly horrible I’ll never forget it. I didn’t go back to sleep and took the baby to the dr. I was sent home. We went to the er the next day as the baby had developed a fever and it turned out was very sick and spent a couple days hospitalized. I felt stupid, but I had told the Dr’s about the dream both times and the first scoffed at me, but the second took it very seriously and said it was something he heard often. The entire thing gave me the creeps and still does, but a full recovery was made.

– posted by windchimemime; Reddit

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tick man

July 15, 2015

True story here, one time I had a really strange dream. I was laying in my bed and began to feel my body tingle as if something was crawling on me. Before I knew it I was covered in several ticks. I awoke trembling in fear so relieved it was a dream. But the story doesn’t end there.. The next day I went to my ex girlfriends house and at night she wanted to be romantic so we went to this local dam which was quite the journey but we sat atop of it overlooking the city. She began to feel paranoid as if someone was watching us so we quickly returned to the car. We drive away and make our way to her house my legs began to itch so I turned my car light on and saw 100s of ticks making their way up my legs to the rest of my body. I have no idea how I didn’t notice them but damn was I scared. We spent the next hour removing ticks and freaking the fuck out. I never dream of ticks never have since. Weirdest occurrence of my life.

– posted by MasterChiefin; Reddit

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May 15, 2014

The night after my dad passed(Sleep apnea, he passed suddenly 2 years ago). I dreamt I was in a condo with my family, my dad was there and we approached each other. He said to me,”Don’t worry, I’ve got it all figured out. I’m ok.” It felt real and to this day I remember that dream like it happened yesterday. The next few days are sad and everyone is adjusting.

A week goes by when I’m sitting, drinking coffee with my step mom when she brings up that she had an odd dream about my dad the night after he passed. I don’t say anything at this point but i have a feeling about what she’s going to say. She says,”we were in a house with everyone there, when Jon(my dad) walked up to me and told me he has it all figured out, that he’s ok and to not worry.” I have chill bumps at this point and I tell her I had the same dream. Her face goes white and tells me my grandfather also had the same dream.

– Posted by axberka; Reddit