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spoon_of_grimbo:

--- Quote from: Tellusora on 12 Jul 2012, 05:39 ---4. Recurring childhood nightmare of stumbling down a dark corridor with invisible walls. Darkness all around.  There was this vague sense of primal terror, that I was being chased and had to escape some formless horror. Then suddenly a ungodly sound of piercing/tearing/shattering rips my reality in two, and I wake up in cold sweat.

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This sounds eerily like much of the narrative in House of Leaves.  I'd recommend you read it, but if you haven't already, it might well bring back the nightmares...

Papersatan:
Last night I had a dream that was quite unlikely for me, even though it must be one had by thousands of girls every night.  I.... went on a date with Justin Beiber.  He was very polite.  I felt ridiculous about it in the dream.  I must have won a contest or something cause neither of us really wanted to be there, but we were nice about it.  His fav band is a Norwegian metal band.  A news blurb came on the radio that their house had been robbed and he lost his shit.  I remember taking a long time trying to word a complement about his fashion sense.   The bus we were on went underwater and I panicked, but her was cool as a cucumber.  He was not very comforting though. 

Also, now his song "Boyfriend" is in my head.

LTK:
I had a celebrity dream as well. A strange one. It involved Cameron Diaz coming home late with her kids to her husband, and from the context I gathered that he was abusive. Or I might have made that up on the spot, you never know. Also, I didn't actually know she was Cameron Diaz: I did see her face but the part of my brain that connects faces to names must have been asleep at that moment, because all that would register was 'famous person'. Anyway, I think I suggested borrowing clothes from me that would make it look like she just stepped out for a moment and wasn't gone all night, but she said that wouldn't work because none of my clothes are, well, what a famous person would wear, even at night. It didn't strike me as important that I only owned men's clothes.

I don't even have any conscious memory about Cameron Diaz's personal life, nor have I seen any movies starring her recently, so I don't know where this came from.

LTK:
Wow, I actually woke up from a nightmare this morning. Like, an honest scared-out-of-your-wits nightmare. I haven't had a nightmare in years.

It was preceded by a regular dream where large parts of a department store were apparently bought up by some shadowy corporate entity, and they allowed people to just take stuff out of the store without paying for them, which was very likely illegal. I found a pair of really cool jeans in that store, so I'm kinda sad they're not real.

Strangely, the nightmare was a very controlled experience. The previous dream faded into being in a dark suburb at night. The whole thing was basically like playing a video game; I knew that it was dark, scary and dangerous, but even though you might be scared of what happens in a game, you're likely going to act anyway because there's no real threat. In this case, there was a glowing white, blurry, featureless and shapeless thing in the middle of the road. When I approached it, it became angry and started screaming like you would expect a featureless and shapeless thing to scream, which is a noise unlike any scream you will ever hear, but a scream nonetheless.

At that point, I decided that this game had been scary enough, so I mentally switched it off and woke up back in my room. But that wasn't the end of it. I was still scared half to death, and this was reflected by the way I was unable to turn on the lights, which would flicker and die, and how it was still very dark outside. In a panic, I ran out of my room and into the kitchen, where I thought of how stupid I'd look if one of my fellow tenants found me running through the apartment, deathly afraid of nothing at all. So I gathered some courage, and walked back down the corridor to my room, still wheezing and shaking from fear, and went right back into my room, where I found that it was now mid-day and sunlight spilled through the windows, which instantly calmed me down. That's when I really woke up: only after becoming completely calm.

It's interesting that the entire time, I was aware that none of these scary things were at all dangerous. I was in control of what happened in (what I thought was) the horror game, but I wasn't able to stop feeling incredibly scared after I stopped the game. Afterwards, even when I thought I had 'woken up', I still knew that whatever I was afraid of was not real. The fear was absolutely real, but part of me knew not to trust the fear, because it was still reacting to something that wasn't really there. It felt weirdly divisive.

Omega Entity:
It's a really good thing that my body's good at determining whether I'm dreaming or not. Because I really had to pee in my dream , and I was trying -so hard- to go in the dream. Then I woke up, and lo and behold, still had to pee. Went to the bathroom, then went back to sleep. Unfortunately, I couldn't continue where I left off.

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