Not one nightmare in particular, but from when I was four until about when I was age ten, I'd get nightmares just about every night (with a few random exceptions, mostly when I didn't sleep more than a few hours), and in them the same person would torture and kill me in brutal, sick ways I didn't even really know existed yet. Oftentimes I could feel them extremely vividly. I didn't watch a lot of horror movies as a kid, and have a few other weird stories in relation to those dreams, but I tend to not think about them a ton. After they stopped, I never had one again, if anything I could easily say I haven't had a legit nightmare like that ever again. Either just stupid dreams or nothing at all.

I keep having dreams where I die, but I'm super chill with it...like where it's the relief I've been waiting for. The dream in itself is not a nightmare, but I feel strange when I wake up and try to make meaning of it. Any ideas???

I have lots of bad nightmares. One that really stuck had me in my living room with things approaching outside. They could go through walls and didn't seem to have matter to their form, but they were certainly visible - undulating patches of light and shadow, spindly, vaguely human form, and so on. I knew if they got me I'd turn into one of them, so as they approached I had to choose to shoot myself with the gun I had in my hand. I didn't want to - I was scared of dying, but I put the gun in my mouth and shot myself through the brain stem. Somehow even though I was dead, I could still think (maybe the last few seconds before my brain gave out) and I can still recall the way my mouth tasted metallic and smoky, little flecks of burnt flesh from the back of throat coating the back of my teeth. I couldn't get my eyes to close, so I could see the spindly, shadowy figures just stop moving. The strangest part was laying there without my chest moving at all - it seemed endless, but I woke up, of course.

I posted these in another thread, but here goes:

When I was just a child I had this really bizarre dream almost every night... It scared the heck out of me and I just couldn't sleep after that. It all starts with me riding a tricycle in a funfair when all of a sudden skeletons start appearing all over the place. There was nothing I could do except keep riding until they left, but that never happened... And when I thought I woke up, NOPE, I'm in my room just as usual but now there's skeletons and black silhouettes in MY room... Turns out I've had lucid dreams since I was very little and most of my dreams were like that.

There was also this time last year when I was awfully stressed and my dreams were really messed up because of that... I kept "dreaming" (it was a lucid dream) of being in my room, tucked in my bed when all of a sudden I would get grabbed and hear screams whilst seeing a little girl next to me... Those were terrible and I was scared of sleeping every night. Had to take medicine to make them stop :L

There's tons more of these dreams, and they all share the same scenarios... Ghosts, zombies, skeletons, being pushed around and grabbed while conscious, screaming girls and whatnot.... It's just, terrible.

When I was seven years old, I had a nightmare that my babysitter was babysitting me on Halloween, and suddenly my brother and babysitter became possessed (and naked, which I guess my mind thought was a side effect of being possessed) and started trying to catch me to kill me. In the end they tied me to the ceiling fan and turned the ceiling fan on. That's when I woke up. It's not that scary of a dream looking back, but it was pretty scary when I was so young.

I was forced to gut a slaughtered cow/deer, but as I was doing it, it turned into my pet dog and then started whimpering... That was one of the dreams that kind of traumatized me.

I had another dream where I had a pet goat, but it kept trying to jump into the fireplace or drown itself in the pool and it kept getting more injured until I couldn't save it.

I had another dream where I had to watch the beheading of a bulldog that was sentenced to death after continued peeing on the carpet. The bulldog dream I had when I was around 11 and it was one of the triggers that led me to becoming a vegetarian.

I guess my biggest fear is being responsible for the death of innocent things.

This is the most recent nightmare I've had:

I'm hanging out with my older sister, M. We've just been drinking and having fun around the house when M turns to me and says, "C has been really sick lately, when she dies we're not going to resuscitate her." C is our niece, she grew up with me and lived off an on with different members of the family until she became an adult. When she started living on her own she developed some kind of psychosis and got hooked on heroine. To my knowledge no one has heard from her in months.

I am obviously terrified, so immediately run to the hospital to find C. When I find her she's sitting in the lobby looking the same as she did the last time we met: puffy face, rough and swollen hands, hair dyed black and shaved at the side, a smile that is just a little too wide to be considered normal, and a garish Medusa tattoo on her neck. She doesn't look like she's dying and she seems happy to see me.

We run to embrace each other but I'm yanked back around a corner by M. I hear C fall to the ground as people run around, yelling "code blue." I struggle to escape my sister's arms and go to C. I'm screaming her name as I hear the doctors try to restart her heart, but M still holds me in her grasp. When C finally flat-lines, M turns to me again and says, "See, it's better this way. Now no one has to worry about where she is. We can all mourn and move on."

I woke up crying.

There have been many notable ones, but I'll touch one two particular times.

This event probably spearheaded my distinct ability to remember dreams so well - be they good or bad. I (like many children) watched Stephen King's IT when I was rather young, and soon became TERRIFIED of Pennywise to the point I would have a nightmare every single night for something close to two or three years. Now, you can only dream about a killer clown monster so much before the mind starts doing RIDICULOUS events; when Pennywise decided to brain wash/brain control my grandmother and shave her head... Well, I was brought into the world of lucid dreaming. Any time I hear or see anything related to Stephen King's IT in a dream, I begin lucid dreaming.

Many years later I'm making a huge life decision that will negatively impact some family members. The stress was weight down on me quite a bit, and due to that, well... I started having the most gruesome nightmares I've ever experienced, in a chain of linking events. It lasted the course of a week and contained a variety of scenarios that didn't all place my personal self as the main aspect of the dream. Often I was someone else, but it didn't... register. Mutilation, being chased, hanging body pieces, blood (lots of blood), various types of killers, shadowy creatures that can infect to kill, and otherwise destroy things, people begging for their lives/screaming, watching people drop from high points... It was a pretty terrible week.

I don't typically get stressed to that point anymore, thankfully.

For some reason my dad was investigating this dude and it ended up with him failing a piss test. So, naturally I went all Marine Corps drill instructor on the guys ass and he ran away. A little bit later his homies roll up on the house break in and start pulling a gun out yelling at me. Now since I'm a reasonable person naturally I dropped to my knees and started crying and apologizing, at that point it is revealed to be a water gun! Oh how funny mister gangster, you silly trickster you! So he walks over to my dad to calmly inquire (as all good gangsters do) as to why my father had began this investigation into their homie. As this is happening I look at my little sister and she's holding a gun, so I grab her from the couch to comfort her and take the gun from her. Of course, the gangsters noticed and before I could aim and say something heroic like "AAAAGHHH!" I'm shot in the head. However, I didn't wake up immediately I just sat there in complete blackness smiling and thinking to myself "Hmm I just died, but I'm still conscious. But it's all black here? Is this heaven? Is heaven real?! Oh shit maybe I'm on my way to hell! But I'm not on fire. Why is it just all black here? Death is a lot better than I expected." and then I woke up.