I don’t have nightmares any more, last one was when I was a kid and I drop-kicked some shadow monster person, just weird dreams where my brain will chip in a go “hang on that’s not how it works”, equally I don’t have ultimate control like I consciously decide what I dream about it’s usually just life with the weird filter turned on.
I was running from some sort of skeleton things through a back alley. One of them caught me and we started fighting. In the struggle I managed to pin it down and yelled “Why are you chasing me?”
It stopped struggling and looked and me somewhat bewildered. “Because you were running.” It tried a few times to scare me into running again but I refused, so we just sat there and had an awkward conversation instead. Turns out my sleep demons are just as weird as I am.
Nightmares for me have absolutely nothing to do with the content of the dream. Like, I could be in am absolutely normal scene, say a park or shop or hotel but it’s ominous as fuck and I am utterly terrified. Sometimes my mind will then throw scary content at me, but not always. Other times there is objectively terrifying stuff going on but I am calm and serene and just face it, no feeling of fear at all.
I don’t have nightmares any more, last one was when I was a kid and I drop-kicked some shadow monster person, just weird dreams where my brain will chip in a go “hang on that’s not how it works”, equally I don’t have ultimate control like I consciously decide what I dream about it’s usually just life with the weird filter turned on.
I remember my last bad dream. (many years ago)
I was running from some sort of skeleton things through a back alley. One of them caught me and we started fighting. In the struggle I managed to pin it down and yelled “Why are you chasing me?”
It stopped struggling and looked and me somewhat bewildered. “Because you were running.” It tried a few times to scare me into running again but I refused, so we just sat there and had an awkward conversation instead. Turns out my sleep demons are just as weird as I am.
Reminds me of that Chucky nightmare I had as a kid.
Went on for a week, every day.
In the last day I somehow managed to karate-kick the doll into pieces.
I didn’t feel like I controlled the dream though.
Nightmares for me have absolutely nothing to do with the content of the dream. Like, I could be in am absolutely normal scene, say a park or shop or hotel but it’s ominous as fuck and I am utterly terrified. Sometimes my mind will then throw scary content at me, but not always. Other times there is objectively terrifying stuff going on but I am calm and serene and just face it, no feeling of fear at all.