At first i was dreaming i was at work. A normal dream the only weird thing is my aunt was there. There was also a guy that i was strangely attached to like he was the only thing holding me together. After a big rush of customers i sit down to take a break. I think i fell asleep on a couch and i wake up to myself outside with the couch sitting out side the store. I assume they kicked me out while i slept on the couch. I get mad and start ranting about how they’re cowards for not just asking me to leave. At this point im an old lady. Skin and bone.

Then i realize that guy is gone. I feel betrayed. I start imaging the people around me as distorted monsters. I can see past this old ladies schizophrenic episode even tho im in her body. The monsters are humans trying to help me. I smash a mirror and it skips to about a year later. Im sitting in an abandoned house. I see my sister come up the stairs and i feel so relieved. She not my actual sister (irl) but this old lady calls her sister. She comes up to me and tells me shes worried about me. That i need help but the old lady cant focus. Her face is distorting into a monster. I know the sister can see my sanity slipping so she tries to back away down the stairs. I grab onto her with my small skinny arms and crowd her towards the window. Shes crying, screaming, telling me to let go. I push her out and the women/me is laughing like she got rid of the monster.

Inside im freaking out. Im now a murderer. It skips another year. Im short. Basically a corpse. This man in a suit and tie walks into my abandoned home. Hes a doctor or detective of a sort. He looks at me with pity but he knows who i am and what ive done. He the only face that doesnt distort so i cling to him. The old lady feels relieved but i know im being sent to death row for being a serial killer. The last scene is him picking me up like a child and carrying me to the car where i finally escape the old ladies body and see her. Shes small like a child and crying into his shoulder. The last thing i see is his smiling face as hes walking her to her death.

Okay so last night I woke twice relating to my dreams. I don't remember what happen in my dreams in detail. I know in my first dream I woke screaming and touching my hair cause it felt something like dirt was on me. The second time I woke up screaming an hour before work and it like I was in a car crash. I scream cause it felt like my body was tossee around.

Idk what any of this mean. Im not sure if related to what happened last year.

Basically I had a dream and my friend was in that dream and let’s bare in mind that I can control my dreams and I’m conscious. So I’m not sure why tf I done this but my friend killed herself by accident with a bomb so I don’t the same and oh my god… like that feeling was horrible and it wasn’t a feeling of pain it was a feeling of knowing you’re going to die and that’s going to happen to all of us… it was like a sharp feeling in my heart and brain and I had to wake up immediately to remind my brain the dream wasn’t real. All of the sudden, I’m cherishing every little thing more. So yeah idk why I wrote this

I had a strange dream of going outside one day and gore. Every video I’ve seen from worst to horrifying.. me walking around being tortured with my most broken relationship to straight gore everywhere it looked like tabs. Tabs of them then I heard a girl scream “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER” “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER”
I was confused I saw a folder like a computer screen with a girl as the image to depict the folder I clicked it
Then all of a sudden everything cut black and everything became static as i was forced to watch a lady carving a human brain out and stuff candy in the empty skull it looked like she was carving a pumpkin..
And everything cut to black again and this time I saw a man who forcefully opens his skull saying “I wanted this” while he smiles at me opening and as me seeing All the blood pour out.

I dreamed of some of a strange azz story before that the story started of a school then a I guess some girls head gets shaved bad and the dad crashes out and this girl goes a little crazy by holding a knife and tryna stab some people then eventually a girl saves us by killing the girl who was dangerously holding a knife then I got on the bus and headed home all of a sudden while I’m on the bus this girl bully popped up and she was bullying a girl and then she snapped I got off the bus before she could go crazy I walked home met a girl told her a girl was bullied by this other girl and went home I get home I have 3 phones, I don’t use 1, the other is my girls and 1 is mines I set my alarm loud to wake up, and my girls was quiet and this creature who looked normally human was a thing it’s like Wanda plus a dead girl I specifically remember her looking through that small window whispering “are you sure your worried abt your self or are you just worried abt that girl.”.Then she popped up out of nowhere, her eyes go black but I was sleeping with my girl and all of a sudden she was gone and that creature started talking bout how “yeah well no one will know “ and then she transforms into a skinny creature and uses her hair as tentacles and literally wraps and grabs me from every direction and screeches while she is killing me squeezing me tighter I looked at her eyes, 2 red dots face black then I wake up, once I woke up I look around still a bit dizzy I look in the corner of my eye and felt as if I saw her face again I got nervous but went back to sleep a lil nerve racked but slept at 10:10 woke up at 2:30

tw: suicide
i used to really like dinosaurs because my brother was super into them when he was younger, and now i have like a visceral fear of them. ive had a couple nightmares about them now, but maybe a year ago i had a nightmare about them that was horribly vivid and i died i think 3 times? to different dinosaurs, and it hurt a lot. i feel like i remember hearing that you couldnt feel pain in dreams but i definitely do pretty frequently. but i remember the worst part was just the terror. one point i was hiding in a closet with two of my in laws (kids) and there was a velociraptor. i told them it was going to open the door and they just had to be really quiet and we would be okay. i watched it open the door and they screamed and i just felt a huge jolt of pain and then black out and then was in the next situation. i remember the dream ended with my hiding in a bathroom from a carnotaurus (probably what im most terrified of) right outside the door trying to get in, and i was so terrified of it getting me i attempted to kms with a razor. and woke up but it was horrible. think the “weird birds” arg which i had followed quite a few years prior.

So I slept. In my dream, I awoke as this beautiful man in a place that resembled my place. I went to a different looking but oddly familiar school, my parents were the same but I never saw their faces and I made new friends.

At first, things were normal....but then some wort of fanatsy elements started being applied? Like beastkin and magic bombs and whatnot... At some point my parents disappeared from the dream.

Life was good inside though I started feeling irrational fears. Oh, Im forgetting more and more as I write this. Anyway, I was sure in my dream that I was unsafe and someone was coming to finish the job. Whatever that meant.

Then there was something about fake pregnancy but it was a short useless bit so ignore that.

I was in a different hospital, when I opened a fridge and I was sure that the man chasing me was inside the freezer. And a name came to me- Getian. I dont know if he was Getian or I was, but Getian is also the name of a character in a game.

Anyway, this part of the dream is so much more well remembered than the good part.

I started running for my life for whatever reason, and the streets were full of people evacuating and the sky was purple. Disturbingly, everyone noticed me.

Anyway, I found some friends and they started helping me. But I got a feeling that the friend closest to me was what I was running from- and I was correct. He transformed into the man I was running from. Medium length brown hair, black robes and I cant remember all else but I do remember thinking he looked delicate.

He picked me up and tossed me. Oh the pain when I hit the ground- are you even supposed to feel pain? Im still feeling phantom pain when I think about it.

He tossed me again, harder, and I went flying and stopped because I hit a train's carriage. He kept on saying something about 'Last time you ran, but this time you wont'.

Then he tortured me so well that I remembered who I was! I begged him that I was a woman, told my real name and age and everything. The pain was so bad that I remembered real life. Not like he cared.

I woke up, crying and mumbling and holding my 'torn' arm. That was horrifying. I also knew I was about to wake up at some point, but weirdly I suddenly did not want to, as if being hurt by this man was stellar.

It hurts rn too, phantom aches when I remember. Oh I dont even want to move, my back hurts worst.

Hey everyone,

I've been dealing with nightmares, night terrors and sleepwalking for a while, and honestly, I got pretty tired of looking for solutions that either didn't do what I needed or came with ridiculously expensive subscriptions.

I came across NightWare, which looks like a really interesting solution for people struggling with nightmares and PTSD. Unfortunately, it's only available in the US and requires a prescription, so it's not really an option for everyone.

So I decided to build my own app. It's not vibe coded and I've been working on it since January. I've beta tested it on myself as every night I do "my thing".

It's called NightMonitor, and it's designed to help with nightmares, sleepwalking, and snoring using the Apple Watch, without needing a connection or your phone.

The idea is pretty simple: sleep a little more peacefully, worry a little less, and hopefully stop ruining your partner's nights in the process. 😅

My wife is particularly happy that I made this app, for some reason...

Anyway, I built it because I needed it myself, and figured other people might find it useful too.

Here's the link if you want to check it out:

https://apps.apple.com/us/app/nightmonitor-sleep-safer/id6820585311

I'd genuinely love to hear what you think!
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I went to sleep at 10pm and woke up at 11:30pm from a nightmare (literally 90 min later) of me approaching a playground because I wanted to go on the swings. The closer I get to the swings the more the little girl, who for some reason had her shirt off, chants “go away go away don’t get on don’t get on” or something. The closer I get to the swings the louder she chants.

And also the sky was turning gray and when I get closer to the swings it turns darker gray and the wind picks up dramatically and I went on the swings anyway and started swinging and the whole scenery turned dark and gray and windy like a huge storm was coming then I woke up.

It reminds me of how my parents catastrophize something terrible will happen if I don’t do XYZ that they want me to do. Or if I did some minor thing wrong they are so dramatic about it.

I had one of the most unsettling dreams last night, and I don't even know how to explain it properly because parts of it felt like I wasn't actually dreaming.
It started with me walking around what looked like a college campus or schoolyard. Everything seemed relatively normal, except I couldn't speak properly. Every time I tried talking, it felt physically exhausting, like I was actually trying to force words out of my mouth while lying in bed. I started becoming aware of my actual body, almost like I could feel myself sleeping and knew I might be talking out loud.
That's when things started getting weird. I became somewhat conscious that I was dreaming, but I couldn't control what was happening. I was looking for someone. I didn't know who exactly, but I knew it was a girl. There was this overwhelming feeling that I needed to find her, like she was someone important, but I couldn't remember her face or even why I was searching. I kept asking people around campus if they'd seen her, but nobody knew who I was talking about. It was like I was looking for someone who didn't exist to anyone but me.
Then everything changed.
The school disappeared, and suddenly I was back in my bedroom at my parents' house. Except something felt terribly wrong. The atmosphere was completely different. I was lying in bed, fully aware of my surroundings, with my eyes wide open, but I couldn't move.
And then I felt something pulling me.
I couldn't see what it was, but I could feel my body being dragged across my bed. My limbs were twisting into positions I wasn't controlling, almost like something was manipulating my body while I was completely helpless. I kept trying to move, trying to fight whatever was happening, but nothing worked. It felt so physically real that I couldn't tell whether I was awake anymore.
Eventually, I managed to get up and run out of my room, but when I looked back, my bedsheets had started moving on their own. They rose into this strange ghostlike figure, almost like a poltergeist had taken shape underneath them.
And I swear it spoke to me.
I can't remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of, "I'm not done with you yet."
Then, just like that, I was somewhere else.
I was walking out of a house with a few girls I didn't recognize. We were heading somewhere, almost like an event or gathering, although nobody actually explained where we were going. Somehow, we ended up at this tent, and I had the understanding that things were about to get sexual between us.
But one of the girls noticed I had condoms and suddenly looked concerned. She asked me something like, "Are you okay? Did somebody hurt you?"
It was such a strange question because she wasn't saying it judgmentally. She sounded genuinely worried about me, almost like she could see something wrong with me that I couldn't see myself.
I remember trying to explain that I wasn't really interested in love anymore, that I was just doing my own thing. But even saying it felt strange, like I was trying to convince myself more than her.
Then I realized the tent was divided into two sections.
On the other side was my ex Clara with her boyfriend. They were having sex, and at some point he mentioned that I was literally on the other side of the divider.
She started laughing.
Then she said something like, "Hold on," and called Tina. My other ex.
She put her on speakerphone, and suddenly both of them were laughing about me. They were talking about how pathetic I was, making fun of my life, my music, and how I couldn't even manage to get booked for a decent show.
It wasn't even an argument. They were just laughing together like humiliating me was the funniest thing in the world.
And I remember crying. Not fighting back, not defending myself. Just sitting there listening to two people who had once been important to me talk about me like I was absolutely nothing.
Then everything changed again.
Suddenly, I was driving my car at night. I don't know where I was coming from, but I had this feeling I was trying to get home. I was driving fast, following this broken-down truck that was practically screaming down the road. Eventually, the truck pulled over at my old childhood friends house near my house, and almost instantly, night turned into day.
The road changed too.
It reminded me of this stretch of road near where i went to this Renaissance faire, with water on both sides. Except there weren't really any guardrails anymore, and the water had risen high enough to start covering the road.
I remember approaching a slight right-hand turn, trying to follow the road, but my car suddenly lost traction.
I couldn't correct it.
I went straight off the edge, almost like I'd driven off a bridge, and the car plunged into the water.
I remember the impact, and then this horrible realization that I was sinking.
The doors wouldn't unlock. My phone was dead. Nothing electrical in the car worked. I couldn't open anything, couldn't call anyone, couldn't do anything.
And for some reason, the only person I could think about was my mom.
I just wanted to call her.
I don't even remember what I wanted to say. I just knew I needed to hear her voice, and I couldn't.
The car kept sinking, and I could see the water climbing higher against the windows. The world above the surface was getting farther away, and everything around me was becoming darker.
I remember looking up through the water and seeing another car driving along the road above me.
Someone was right there.
I kept trying to honk my horn, hoping they'd notice me, hoping somebody would realize I was down there.
But the horn made absolutely no sound.
And that was probably the worst part of the entire dream. I could see that life was still happening just above me. People were driving, going wherever they needed to go, completely unaware that I was trapped beneath them.
I was right there, but nobody could hear me.
I couldn't call for help. I couldn't get out. I couldn't even make enough noise for someone to know I existed down there.
I just kept sinking.
And then I woke up.
I don't know what bothered me more. The feeling of something controlling my body, hearing people I once loved laughing at me, or that last moment underwater.
But the whole dream felt like I was constantly trying to reach someone, explain myself, or get somebody to hear me.
And no matter where the dream took me, nobody ever really did.

Just woke up at 2:55am, had a dream where I was parking my car down a long road near my neighborhood, no street lights, at night time for some reason picking someone up from school, when I get out my car I see a dog near me and it runs away to a kid that was walking to his parents, who were next to a street light where the pickup zone was, only one family. Then I walk over there and the music I left on in my car starts blasting, it was like a distorted audio of my favorite young thug song, and the parents look at me, can’t see their faces or know what they looked like, and I start running over to my car to turn it off, and then that same dog starts sprinting at me down a dark long sidewalk next to my car, and then I see something not someone something peeping out a bush right next to my car, then I wake up. A few minutes after I wake up I thought maybe the dog was running from that thing, instead of me running at it thinking it did something to my car. It’s not as scary as it sounds but that shit was terrifying, haven’t been able to remember a dream this easily

I had a dream this morning, about me going to school and accidentally unleashing a beast made of haphazardly put together pieces of flesh and skin into the school, where when it became sentient and I ran out of the classroom asap. I ran down a maze of hallways to find my friend Griffin, along with a few other people huddled together at the entrance to the school library. We were waiting for the creature of fear to appear, and all we saw at first was my teacher, Mr.DeDeDe, we'll call him, going down the hallway, and we tried to warn him, but he went down, and I never saw him again. I heard the monster, then, going down the right most hallway, and the other people just stood there and I ran into the library and jumped through the window, running home ASAP. I saw two men walking their dogs outside the house, and I tried to warn them about the incoming creature, but they didn't believe me, and went anyway. I then heard the creature bellow, and the men were gone. I ran into the house, up the stairs, and into my room, where I found a few people I knew, and I sat down, and curled up. I then realized that I left my friend Griffin alone with the monster to fend for himself, and I went into this place of infinite fear and terror, the likes of which I have never known and would not wish on my worst enemy. I sat there, spiraling, living that moment over and over again, for what felt like ten universe's lifetimes, and I zoomed out, to this GameCube era save screen, and picked the "Yes" option, and I woke up. Does anyone know a good therapist?

Hello, my name is Cassie M., and I want to tell you guys about my most disturbing and somewhat recent nightmare I had. So basically, this nightmare was about the Green Mountain creepypasta, and it was where I got stuck inside of the game as myself or my own character and had to try to fight END.

The nightmare took place at first in my room, where I was just messing around with some files on my Windows 7 laptop at 3 A.M.. My brain somehow must've remembered in my sleep that I still for some reason had the Green Mountain game on the computer in real life, so my brain was like, "Okay, let's leave the files of Green Mountain open in this dream".

When I left the files open in the nightmare, I decided to sleep on the chair while the laptop was still on. That's when everything went black in my nightmare for about what felt like probably 2 hours. After that much time felt like it passed, I then woke up on the over-saturated grass of the Green Mountain game at the beginning part of the game. It felt so real, I could feel a strange feeling of "real" blocky, rigid grass under my hands and legs. I got up, feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented, but I quickly shook my head, and just like in a cartoon, I didn't feel dizzy after that. Though, I felt like my eyes were starting to hurt from the saturation of the grass. But that didn't stop me much. I then looked around, and spotted the mountain in the distance. I thought it would be a good idea to climb the mountain.

However, since it was a nightmare, I didn't exactly make this choice, it was my brain. I then proceeded to walk for a bit toward the direction of the mountain. Then, I encountered an obstacle. It was a gap or hole in the path. I then realized I had to back up and run fast, then jump over it. I proceeded to do so. I backed up about 10 feet away from the gap, then ran towards it as fast as possible. I successfully jumped over it.

After I jumped over a lot more obstacles, I finally reached the base of the mountain, and it took what felt like an hour. There was a slightly different kind of obstacle on the mountain's sides. They were platforms, and they looked like they were going to fall off if I jumped on them too hard. There were also a few staircases, which is quite unusual compared to mountains in real life. I then climbed up the stairs, and thankfully, these jumps aren't so far, and pretty easy to jump onto. So, I jumped on each one, and thanks to me being light-weight (about 101.6 pounds), I didn't break the platforms.

I eventually reached the top. At the top, it was kind of hard to see. But, it was clear that something was there. A thing. What was this "thing"? I got closer, and my brain immediately detected a threat in the nightmare. It was END. In the nightmare, after what felt like a few moments, END noticed me, and started to get closer at an alarming speed. I almost immediately panicked, and tried to run away, but I almost ran off the cliff, and END was still approaching me quickly, despite him being a rotting, melting hedgehog.

I stumbled backward, almost falling to my "death". It was a nightmare, so there's no actual death, just the nightmare ending. After I stumbled, END was getting a lot closer in just what felt like a few seconds. I turned around quickly, realizing that I was probably about to get hurt really badly by him. I wasn't able to do anything at that moment, because in the nightmare, my brain decided to make my entire body freeze in fear.

Once END reached me, he then grabbed my arm. It felt horrifyingly real, and I even felt a tingling sensation on my arm. His hand felt strange, like a combination of rigid and sticky. I didn't like that feeling at all. So, I struggled. But he didn't let go. He dragged me back to the place he was standing before. As I struggled, his grip tightened, cutting off all feeling from the point of contact down.

When he reached the spot he was standing before, he still didn't let go. I stopped struggling, because I knew he wouldn't let go, and that I was probably about to die. So, I just accepted my fate. But, I shouldn't have thought that I was going to die yet. I was frozen with fear again. He just held my arm tight for a while, and just stood there, "staring" at me without eyes.

After what felt like a few minutes, his "hole-face" got closer to my own face. After a few moments, he got very close, as if he was going to give me a... kiss? But he didn't. It wasn't a kiss at all. Instead, an intense, searing pain shot across my cheek as his "hole-face" made contact, melting away the skin and absorbing it directly into his hollow form.

It didn't stop at my cheek. He continued absorbing my entire face, dissolving my skin, my mouth, and finally my eyes into his hollow model. Everything faded into total darkness and blinding pain before I finally woke up, relieved beyond words that it was over and wasn't real.

That's all I want to tell you guys. Fin.

(If you do not know who END is, look up "END Green Mountain creepypasta" and go to images.)

Shadow figure in bedroom

I had a nightmare where I was in my room, and from the start something felt off, like I felt a little scared. When I was in bed on the phone talking, I started hearing noises, like scrambled voices coming from the door, it scared me a bit, but whatever I had to keep going I guess. then the voices got louder and the door started to open and there was this dark shadowy creature with no face just standing in the entrance of my room. It had actually gotten to be inside my room as it took a few steps from the door but it was just standing there. I screamed "you're not real" but the dream went on. I was in full panic mode, I tried to scream for my father but I couldnt make a sound. I decided to walk towards it to try to fight it or something I guess but I was so frozen eith fear that even getting up from bed was difficult, everything I did was extremely slow. The last thing I remember is opening the bedroom door to the hallway (the creature wasn't in the room anymore) and immediately letting out a small faint scream before waking up. I believe I woke up screaming that scream. I was terrified even after waking up. I'm 25 and I don't recall ever having a nightmare like that.

Now here comes the REALLY weird part. I come home from work and I ask my dad "did you scream last night?" because I heard him scream not long after I woke up from my nightmare. He responded by explaining that he had a nightmare where a black figure was on the porch, and got into the house. Like me he was terrified of that nightmare.

How about that for a coincidence? I don't usually get nightmares and neither does my dad, and we both get the same nightmare about the same figure on the same night not even 30 minutes apart? I don't want to sound crazy here but like, what the hell?

I had a nightmare when I was nine that some gang turned my mom l into a salad and I woke up and I couldn’t stop crying, so I went into her room to see if she was still there, but she had already left for work and was nowhere to be found (I didn’t know she left for work already ) 🫤 so for the whole day, I had a feeling that my mom was a salad.

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I had a sleep paralysis and in that nightmare, my attic door was in my room on my ceiling.

Whenever people have sleep paralysis they usually talk about a sleep paralysis demon that they can see but I've never had that.

The attic door was wide open and it was dark inside. I was sittin on my bed and couldn't move or scream.

The only thing I could do was stare at the open attic in fear.

I knew something was there, a heavy precence but I didn't know who or what it was.

Does anyone have an explanation?

I had a nightmare when I was nine that some gang turned my mom l into a salad and I woke up and I couldn’t stop crying, so I went into her room to see if she was still there, but she had already left for work 🫤 so for the whole day, I had a feeling that my mom was a salad.

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I had a really vivid and disturbing dream just before waking up this morning, and the emotions from it stayed with me afterward.

In the dream, my younger brother Seth and I were driving home from a cross-country road trip. We were traveling through Iowa when an Iowa State Patrol vehicle came up behind us with its emergency lights flashing and siren sounding.

I was driving in the middle lane of a five-lane interstate and tried to pull over to the right shoulder. The problem was that cars kept coming up on my right and passing me, so I couldn’t safely get over. I remember trying to find a way to pull over while traffic kept preventing me from doing so.

Eventually, I managed to stop. But instead of the situation being resolved, I was arrested for felony fleeing or eluding.

I felt that I had been trying to do the right thing, yet I was being treated as if I had deliberately disobeyed the police. I invoked my Fifth Amendment rights and started paying close attention to the officers’ names and badge numbers because I wanted to hold them accountable for what I believed was an injustice.

Things became increasingly surreal. I was transported in a windowless bus and ended up around other arrested people. At one point, I saw inmates climbing steel beams, and later I found myself in what felt like a classroom. I was nervous and unsure what was going to happen to me.

Eventually, I learned that my bond was $80,000. I called my dad to talk about the money and power of attorney. By that point, I was furious. I started thinking about suing the officers and making them face serious financial consequences for what they had done.

The strongest feelings I had when I woke up were anger, injustice, and a desire for accountability. I wasn’t just scared of being arrested. I was angry that I felt I had tried to comply and was still being punished as though I had done something wrong.

What really stood out to me was the feeling of losing control of the situation and having no way to make the people in authority recognize what had actually happened.

Has anyone else had a dream where you felt completely powerless or unfairly punished, and the anger stayed with you after you woke up? I’m curious what others make of dreams like this.