This is one from my childhood that I always remember:
I'm around five years old. I wake up in my parent's bed next to my mom. The entire room is white; the walls, the ceilings, objects, people. A visual pattern similar to Mad World, but without the bright red blood. My dad is curiously missing, so, being a nosy kid, I go hunting for him in the middle of the night. Our house is the same but different at the same time,like the hallways being longer. I walk down the stairs, and as I peek around the corner to see where our kitchen/living-room should be, I see one giant room instead. Everything is missing. Our furniture, our counter-tops, our cabinets, everything save for one chair ominously in the center of the room. My dad is sitting there, facing me. In front of him, with their backs to me, are three dark strangers. When they notice my father looking at me they start to turn around. As they turn around, I wake up.
This was a recurring dream for me for about a year or so, and I still don't know what happens...
No intrusion! My father is still with me and my parents aren't divorced.
And honestly, the first couple times I probably viewed it as a nightmare, but I can't remember ever waking up in sweats or going running to my parents from this particular dream. I've certainly had one-instance nightmares where I refused to stay in my own bed but that was never really the case with this dream. It was just...weird? It's always given off a creepy/uncomfortable/skin-crawling/goose-bumps vibe, but never sheer terror.
This is one from my childhood that I always remember:
I'm around five years old. I wake up in my parent's bed next to my mom. The entire room is white; the walls, the ceilings, objects, people. A visual pattern similar to Mad World, but without the bright red blood. My dad is curiously missing, so, being a nosy kid, I go hunting for him in the middle of the night. Our house is the same but different at the same time,like the hallways being longer. I walk down the stairs, and as I peek around the corner to see where our kitchen/living-room should be, I see one giant room instead. Everything is missing. Our furniture, our counter-tops, our cabinets, everything save for one chair ominously in the center of the room. My dad is sitting there, facing me. In front of him, with their backs to me, are three dark strangers. When they notice my father looking at me they start to turn around. As they turn around, I wake up.
This was a recurring dream for me for about a year or so, and I still don't know what happens...
That seemed terifing. Did you feel it as a nightmare or just a dream? And if you pardon th intrusion is your father still witnh you?
No intrusion! My father is still with me and my parents aren't divorced.
And honestly, the first couple times I probably viewed it as a nightmare, but I can't remember ever waking up in sweats or going running to my parents from this particular dream. I've certainly had one-instance nightmares where I refused to stay in my own bed but that was never really the case with this dream. It was just...weird? It's always given off a creepy/uncomfortable/skin-crawling/goose-bumps vibe, but never sheer terror.
Anyone studied dream analysis? Curious to know