DESCRIBE the WORST NIGHTMARE you've ever had
May 12th 2008 03:04
Watching the news footage of the destruction and havoc Mother Nature wreaked upon Burma I was reminded of a terrible bad dream I had a year or so ago. It wasn’t quite a nightmare, in that I wasn’t jolted awake by the sheer terror of it, but it was so vivid and realistic that it haunted me for days, even weeks, after.
In the dream I was sightseeing with members of my family and some old friends. The city was a huge sprawling metropolis, like some kind of exotic Babylonian concrete jungle. It was both futuristic and ancient, with massive skyscrapers, bustling plazas and temple-like structures all conjoined in a strange urban architectural brew. There were thousands of people too. The city was over-crowded. Perhaps we were somewhere in the future …? It certainly felt like the surrounds of a progressive society.
We were enjoying ourselves and had descended into some kind of subway system when panic broke out, chaos, people screaming and trying to get to the exits. There was a thunderous noise too, as if buildings were crashing to the ground … which they were. We managed to get back outside onto a very wide steeply-tiered plaza, where the crowds were gathering, to see a skyscraper close by collapsing. It was both mesmerising and horrifying. I immediately thought of 9/11, and wondered if we were under some kind of terrorist attack.
But it was something much bigger and more deadly. I realised the very ground under me was shaking and cracking. An earthquake was happening and a big one too. Then everything became hysterical, and in a matter of seconds I was separated from my brothers and father (I’m not sure where my mother was) and my friends. Hundreds of people were running this way and that trying to seek shelter, or trying to escape from the shadows of surrounding tall structures.
More buildings began to collapse with debris raining down on cars and people. It was a terrible sight. Suddenly I realised this was not simply an earthquake; this was quite possibly the end of the world, the Apocalypse. But how could this be?! I’m not religious at all, so the idea of such a thing was too outrageous, it was preposterous. But it was happening. And it felt very real. A natural disaster on an apocalyptic scale.
Miraculously I managed to avoid being hit by falling concrete and glass and being trampled by the panicking crowds, even though I was panicking myself. Very quickly this once magnificent metropolis was turning into a ruined wasteland, right before my eyes. And to add further psychological pain I couldn’t find my family and friends. Were they injured? Were they even still alive?!
I traversed the destroyed streets and avenues searching and quietly weeping. There was horror all around; dead bodies strewn everywhere, the badly injured begging for help, the smell of human destruction thick and overwhelming. From joy and wonder to sorrow and despair in a matter of minutes. I was alone in my nightmare, and the deep anxiety of having lost my family amidst this catastrophe was too much to bear.
I think I woke up around this time, and was quite relieved that it had only been a dream, and a very upsetting dream at that. “You watch too many horror movies,” my wife would say. “No, it’s just that I have a vivid imagination,” I’d reply. Hmmm.
What’s the worst dream you’ve had? Do you suffer regularly from nightmares? If so, would any of your bad dreams make good horror movies? Or perhaps they're too bizarre, too horrendous, “unfilmable”, as they say.
In the dream I was sightseeing with members of my family and some old friends. The city was a huge sprawling metropolis, like some kind of exotic Babylonian concrete jungle. It was both futuristic and ancient, with massive skyscrapers, bustling plazas and temple-like structures all conjoined in a strange urban architectural brew. There were thousands of people too. The city was over-crowded. Perhaps we were somewhere in the future …? It certainly felt like the surrounds of a progressive society.
We were enjoying ourselves and had descended into some kind of subway system when panic broke out, chaos, people screaming and trying to get to the exits. There was a thunderous noise too, as if buildings were crashing to the ground … which they were. We managed to get back outside onto a very wide steeply-tiered plaza, where the crowds were gathering, to see a skyscraper close by collapsing. It was both mesmerising and horrifying. I immediately thought of 9/11, and wondered if we were under some kind of terrorist attack.
But it was something much bigger and more deadly. I realised the very ground under me was shaking and cracking. An earthquake was happening and a big one too. Then everything became hysterical, and in a matter of seconds I was separated from my brothers and father (I’m not sure where my mother was) and my friends. Hundreds of people were running this way and that trying to seek shelter, or trying to escape from the shadows of surrounding tall structures.
More buildings began to collapse with debris raining down on cars and people. It was a terrible sight. Suddenly I realised this was not simply an earthquake; this was quite possibly the end of the world, the Apocalypse. But how could this be?! I’m not religious at all, so the idea of such a thing was too outrageous, it was preposterous. But it was happening. And it felt very real. A natural disaster on an apocalyptic scale.
Miraculously I managed to avoid being hit by falling concrete and glass and being trampled by the panicking crowds, even though I was panicking myself. Very quickly this once magnificent metropolis was turning into a ruined wasteland, right before my eyes. And to add further psychological pain I couldn’t find my family and friends. Were they injured? Were they even still alive?!
I traversed the destroyed streets and avenues searching and quietly weeping. There was horror all around; dead bodies strewn everywhere, the badly injured begging for help, the smell of human destruction thick and overwhelming. From joy and wonder to sorrow and despair in a matter of minutes. I was alone in my nightmare, and the deep anxiety of having lost my family amidst this catastrophe was too much to bear.
I think I woke up around this time, and was quite relieved that it had only been a dream, and a very upsetting dream at that. “You watch too many horror movies,” my wife would say. “No, it’s just that I have a vivid imagination,” I’d reply. Hmmm.
What’s the worst dream you’ve had? Do you suffer regularly from nightmares? If so, would any of your bad dreams make good horror movies? Or perhaps they're too bizarre, too horrendous, “unfilmable”, as they say.
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Comment by samaritan
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The one that sticks most vividly in my mind is coming into my house and seeing my grandmother's head on the telephone table. I still that see that clearly as if it really happened.
One recurring nightmare I had was about a shopping mall. I would go into this shopping mall and terrorists would come and start shooting people. It was always the same shopping mall - and it happens to be a shopping mall I have never seen in real life. If I ever walk into that shopping mall, I'm getting out of there - and fast.
Samaritan
Comment by Bryn
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sometimes its the dreams where everything appears normal, but something is horribly, horribly wrong, that affect us the most.
Comment by postmoderncritic
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I looked up 'apocalypse dream interpretation' and this is what I got, if you're interested:
To dream of the apocalypse, signifies an emotional and dramatic change taken place within. The dream may also indicate the end of one kind of lifestyle and the beginning of another.
It sounds like you were experiencing a profound change that was extremely threatening to your emotional world. Think of your progressive city as a representation of your many complex internal workings - different people offering representations of pain and devastation are different aspects of yourself you feel are suffering from neglect and abuse.
I hope you've been able to adjust to the change in your life now, or are heading in that direction. You may want to submit your dream to Lilla's Dream Herald for a more detailed analysis, if you feel you will benefit.
Ciao, from a cheery, optimistic type.
Comment by Cheryl J
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I dreamt a girl was attacked in a large underground car park. She was savagely beaten to death by a mob and then one of her faceless attackers ripped out her jawbone and stabbed her with it. Normally my nightmares involve something bad happening to me, that I'm directly involved in like running away from something or being covered in spiders (I'm arachnophobic). This dream was nothing like that, it was like I was witnessing it but I didn't know any of the people I was dreaming about. I literally had one of those wake up covered in sweat sitting bolt upright moments. I was so disturbed I actually went and woke my mother up.
The reason I remember it in such detail. I had the dream on September 10. Weird coincidence but it creeped me out so much it has stuck with me in all its gory glory. It still makes me shudder.
Comment by Bryn
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Cheryl, ghastly! Stabbed with their own jawbone! For fear of sounding inappropriate, but that would make for a great horror movie death!
Comment by Cibbuano
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The worst dreams I've had, then, were ones that were so lifelike that I didn't realize I was dreaming, and I was faced with my own personality.
For example, when living in China, I dreamt that I was present while a group of gangsters was raping a helpless woman and I was too scared to intervene. I woke up terrified by my own cowardice.
Comment by RubySoho
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What made them really scary was that it always took place in my room and when I woke up I was sleeping in the exact same position that I was lying in when the ghosts were attacking me. I never knew when I was dreaming and when I was awake. Some nights I would keep the light and radio on try and stay awake.
Some of my friends think my house is haunted. I still live in the same house but haven't had those dreams for over a year now. I don't believe in ghosts but jeez, those dreams...oh man...they seemed so real.
Comment by Bryn
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Comment by Cheryl J
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Comment by Damo
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They might start off bad but for some reason they turn out well.
If get woken in the middle of a bad dream the next night the story wants to continue and sort out all the problems.
The last time I did have a nightmare was as a teen when I dreamed that I was being hanged for a crime I did not commit. It was vivid because it was the last time that I can recall not knowing that it was a dream.
Comment by James Rickard
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Your post reminds me of a good flick I saw as a kid. It was a TV movie but I can't remember the title or stars other than Lloyd Bridges. A lot of weird stuff happened to the characters until Lloyd Bridges figured out that what we think is REALITY is only a dream and what we think are dreams, ia actually REALITY
Comment by Bryn
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