I want to hear everybody’s crazy sleep paralysis stories. I didn’t really know I had it until I got on TikTok in like 2019 and I’m so thankful that I know now because I’m more understanding of it I’ve gotten to where I can control it a little bit better where I can snap out of it easier, but it is very scary. It is the most terrifying thing and I do not wish it on anybody so let me know your crazy stories.
I F18 am someone who never dreams, however, everytime I do it’s always a nightmare. But it’s never been typical nightmares, always graphic, like blood and gore that feels real.
For example last night I had two nightmares in one night, the first one I can’t remember but I remember somehow dying in an awful way, and the second one , i wasn’t me but I was a man running away from a crowd and they literally ripped him to pieces with their hands and blood was everywhere. Now I have no idea where this has came from but I can’t keep having nightmares like this. Another one I remember was seeing my mum wearing my dad’s skin and all the stitches were leaking with blood.
I honestly never have good dreams, it’s always gory and I honestly don’t even know what to do. I go from months on end with no dreams or nightmares then I get two weeks straight of nightmares and that repeats. What can I even do?
a gateway
where suffering does not exist
where peace and joy are everlasting forms of life
tucked between the stars
zack. it is heaven zack. join me zack.
join me please.
[ DO NOT LISTEN TO THE TREES. THE SCREAMS OF ENLIGHTENED ONES INSIDE YOUR HEAD IS NOT REAL. YOUR FLESH IS NOT MOVING. YOU ARE NOT BEING HARVESTED. ]
I want to start by making it clear that I am in fact not attracted to my father and those nightmares make my daily life hell, sometimes making me too afraid to even go to sleep.
With that being said, I've been having nightmares about my father. In them, I'm always in my bed as if I was sleeping but while still being aware of my surroundings. In my nightmares, my room is pitch dark, and the only thing I can hear are the steps of my father. I cannot move or speak and I can never change what happens right after in the nightmares.
I always wake up disgusted by myself and my own body, feeling like some sort of freak. Most of the time I can't barely look at people from my own family because I'm too afraid my nightmares would be about them next.
Those nightmares do not happen that often, more when I had a really bad/stressful day.
I do not know why I have those nightmares or how to make them stop.
I do not know what it says about me.
i am desperately seeking help for dealing with chronic nightmares. they are interefering with my daily life and are becoming borderline debilitating. i'm willing to try just about anything at this point
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i can elaborate or provide examples of what i mean where needed.
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any and all help or insight is immensely appreciated. thank you!
ETA: i have also been on other medications like clondine, zoloft, and celexa. but those were the few sleep-specific ones i took
also, the content of the nightmares is almost never the same. i have one recurrent one that has happened 2-3 times but they stay unrelated other than that. i swear i could write like 100 books at this point because i've experienced so many different "plots" lol
When I say grotesque, I mean grotesque. Grotesque as in,
Cannibalism, murder, massacres, being stalked, drugged, chased, held captive, tortured, assaulted in no particular order, seeing others being assaulted, seeing friends losing members, losing my own members, witnessing violence against young children or being assaulted as a young child, being skinned, seeing not alive bodies in a not great state, vomit, etc etc doesn't matter
I don't know why this happens, I don't think about those things, I don't see shock content and I don't see p0rn, and in the nightmares I feel extremely emotionally flat like a puppet being played around. Then I wake up and go, what the fuck just happened.
Why? Do I have a problem?
I have some unresolved trauma from childhood like my mom would say most vile things to me for just normal argument i have been dealing this since i was 6-7 years i used to feel very insecure and sad but after 4-5 days i would forget the incident but recently i am seeing the same incidents in dreams but very realistic and 10x more intense and most of the time it feels too real to me and i wakeup midnight screaming and sweating.... I used to get these dreams once or twice a year but now i am having these 4-5 days a week i am really scared to sleep and for some reason i cant take professional help.
hey guys i wanna tell you all about this terrible nightmare that is kinda recurrent on my sleep.
basically it startsike this me and my friends and some other people get kidnapped and put in a hotel like lobbywe all wale up confused and notice that there is a masked guy in a cientist suit in front if a screen waiting for all of us to focus on him then he starts to explain that we are in a broadcasted or recorded place that we should do minigames to survive and explain our possible choices for wich minigames we pick me and my friends always pick the 3rd one the maze:
from what i remember this minigame consists of a group of people in a dark maze withoutcorners just gradual turns and wich starts with 3 halls and gets more halls to chose as we progress all light we have are candles that we can use to light some torches that are in the corridors so comoared to the other 3 me and my friends pick this one (the others were like haunted hauses or forrest like place and i dont remember the 3rd one) but after we pick the presenting guys lead us into a different room and shows us our obstacles to get trough the maze and basically its my biggest nightmare and multiple of them basically tall humanoid figures with crooked theeth nightvision and screams capeble of blowing up your eardrums as soon as i see the pictures of the things in the second presentation room i start to get a panic attack and start to cry in dream after i calm down we are directed to the minigame room and we see the 3 starting halls blocked by doors after this someone always picks the first door and gets brutally killed sometimes even my friends are killed in front of me and i never make it trough the minigame and when i either die or wake up voluntarily i wake up with ultra fast heartbeats and on a super allert state thanking god its not real but i had this nightmaer today and wanted to share to know if maybe it came from a pre existing media or this is already a movie/short/animation and im just remembering it or its 100% my creative diabolical mind i wanna know if there is some movie like this so i can avoid it too lol thanks for your attention if youre still reading and sorry for poor english im not a native speaker
For years, I’ve dealt with recurring, highly vivid nightmares. About death. Its either every day or every other day. Its either me getting murdered, my family getting murdered my family killing me, someone killing me or me killing my family. (I love my family). Lately, they have gotten so much worse, more intense, and way more graphic. And gorey. I could see peoples heads off or limbs being detached. They almost AWLAYS revolve around themes of death.
In the dreams, I can actually feel the physical weight and the intense feelings and guilt of what’s happening. Even psychical pain. When I wake up, that feeling doesn't just disappear. The psychological distress, the guilt, and the heavy sensations follow me into the waking world. As if I killed someone or somoene died. It completely and utterly blurs the boundary between sleep and reality.
A couple of days ago, I woke up from the worst one I’ve ever had. In the dream, I ran away from school with cops chasing me, and I had killed somebody. Which was weird because my other ones had been much worse than me just killing someone. It hadnt even been gorey. I woke up feeling an intense loneliness, detachment, sickness, guilt, and confusion but multiplied by one thousand. I could usually handle the aftermath. But that day i couldnt. I broke.
After that, intrusive thoughts started. I think because I dream about death so much, my brain started telling me that maybe I'm capable of it like I’ve "practiced" it so many times in my sleep that it wouldn't even affect me. I tried testing myself by thinking about murdering my neighbor, and I felt absolutely nothing. My brain just kept telling me, "I don't care." Like there was a literal wall blocking me from feeling anything. I knew in that very moment i could have slaughtered my neighbour and wouldnt feel a thing*.* A normal person would care. It felt like my brain pyshcially blocked me from caring. From feeling everything to nothing at all. I got so fucking scared. I thought i could do it if i got curious enough.
That triggered a massive panic attack. I thought i had turn into a sociopath. I didnt feel real. I literally thought i was losing myself. It left me feeling incredibly hopeless, drained, exhasuted and confused. After all that i felt nothing. Like none of that happened. Like i was fine. I dont know what happening to me. And i'm exhausted. What if i get a nightmare that bad again and turn into a sociopath?
Has anyone else ever experienced their brain completely shutting off its emotions like this after extreme nightmares? Why do i keep having these dreams?
Thanks for reading.
- Ps please ask me quesitons to figure this out
Every time I eat chocolate before bed...I get nightmares. Here's one last night.
Went to see a show called the Kaffel (waffle with a k) with my friend.
There were many painted different garage doors. I sat towards the middle back but my friend wanted up front. The first garage door was a person's face. The whole rows of seating started moving up towards the person's face. Someone said "I don't think this is supposed to happen..." Then, the seating stopped moving and the face leapt out and tried to eat someone. The seating then moved back again...and then I moved to the "audience" off to the side but no moving seats.
After the show, we realized....the parking lot we were in...had many garages and we were trapped. So many people started running and trying to get out of the parking lot.
Actors from the show started chasing us and had various weapons. Someone's head flew off due to a ball and chain. Someone's leg cut off while alive. And I couldn't find my friend cuz we got separated and too many people around, but someone caught up to me and started stabbing me.
Woke up in a panic.
immediately woke up and texted everyone I love and tried to make sure they were safe.
I look fuckin crazy right now. I felt the bombs, they were distant but near. I’m usually a boy who cries wolf type of character. I texted people I don’t even talk to just to calm myself down once I realized I was in a trance.
i was asleep, and asleep is pretty sober for me. I’ve had some nightmares before but they only involved me. this one I woke up and cared about.
I don’t need a pat on the back or anyone to say it’s okay, but I do need someone to tell me if they would’ve done the same
Ive never experienced a night terror before but I read they can come from extensive stress. Which is am 100% feeling all the time. Stress, depression, suicidal thoughts. The works.
In the dream I was laying on the couch (where I usually sleep) and my vision was black almost like I was looking through a tunnel. Near the tunnel opening I see long claw like hands scratching at the entrance almost like something is trying to get in. I feel this panic set in as I look around. I can see the couch I am sleeping in and realize my eyes are open (which only heightened the panic) as I try to move i cant. It feels like when your feet fall asleep and it gets all tingly but over my whole body when I try to move. I turn back to the tunnel and my vision goes dark again only being able to see the hole where the claws are trying to get me.
As I try and scream I cant get any sound out. Like when you try and yell super loud but but your voice cracks and no sound comes out. I cant breathe and as I try to move im still locked in place.
The tunnel subsides and I can move again but I never "woke up" because my eyes were open the whole time.
What did I just experience?
I had gone to the school because my younger brother attended there, and tonight was a special event for him. I was just filling a seat for my family, but once it ended, everyone started leaving. I still had a few things to attend to, so I stayed behind. After a while, as the crowd thinned out, I realized I was one of the last people still inside. And that’s when I couldn’t find the exit. I knew I came in through a certain door, but when I looked, it couldn’t find it. So I opened the first door I saw—a stairwell—thinking maybe if I climbed up, I could get a clearer view outside.
As I opened the stairwell door, I came across two boys—they looked just as lost as I felt. Without much thought, we decided to stick together and climbed the stairs. As we reached the top, the school didn’t feel like a school anymore—it morphed. It was like the dark upstairs of an empty apartment —two rooms, a bathroom, small closets. The only light was a single, dim glow from the hallway, barely cutting through the dark. We searched each room—empty, save for a lone bed on the floor, strange items in the closets—but nothing made sense. And that’s when we heard it—a faint crying, a baby crying below us.
At first, we all thought it was in our heads, but we saw it on each other’s faces—we all heard it. So, we went back toward the stairs, hoping to find someone else, but the crying only grew louder, then stopped all at once. We froze in the middle of the stairwell, and that’s when dread sank in—something was wrong, so very wrong.
I hid in a small corner behind a door; one of my friend slipped into another room, and the other hide in my room in a corner, covered in items. I watched through a crack in the door, right where the hinges were, seeing the hallway beyond. Then we heard them shuffling up the stairs—silent at first, then closer—and I saw them. Three men—each more wrong than the last. One impossibly tall, limbs stretched too long, a blank face. Another looked almost human, but a human from the eyes of someone who’d only seen one, once before. And the third—so grotesquely fat, a grin splitting his face.
They began to search. First, they found my friend in the other room. We heard his screams—then silence. When one of them emerged, he was covered in blood—his mouth, his face. And I knew then, that the baby we heard—it was gone, consumed by them.
I stayed frozen holding my mouth. The horribly gluttonous monster began searching our room, and I watched behind the door. We began noticing that his eyesight was poor, and it seems like he relied on his hearing to search. My friend, he found an opening, and he slipped out down the hallway, gone. And seeing that, I knew I had to leave too. As he disappeared, I kept silent, waiting until the chubby one searched the room and left. I thought I was safe—just a moment, a flicker—until I looked again. Through that crack, I saw his eye staring right at me. He’d faked me out. I knew then, if I did nothing, I was going to die. So, I slammed the door in his face and ran—down the hallway, skipping steps, jumping, until I broke through a door and met the cold outside air. Somehow, after walking through the door, I appeared in the backyard of my own home. I had no time to think, everything was wrong and this was just another part of it. I ran, and ran, but no matter how far, I found no one. The world was empty—no one, just me, and the monsters. And still, I ran.
Every night i have nightmares... im 22 m and ive been having them every night since i was 11. most nights its the same/ similar where im sitting at the dining room table and in the distance a nuclear bomb goes off, the cloud grows bigger and bigger, till im consumed and burn. but lately there has been a string of much darker dreams that have me genuinely afraid... lately ive had this dream where i get home from work (i work late at night and live in the middle of the woods) and pull up to see something on the window, and the light that my family normally leaves on for me out. i walk up to my door and step on broken glass from the light, i walk inside to see a scene out of every horror movie, my brother dead on the floor with blood trailing to the back, i fallow the blood and it leads to my fathers room, i go inside and he and my mother are cut up on the bed. with an arrow pointing to the hall, i turn back around and go to my other brothers room, TW this next part makes me wake up in a sweat panicking every time... my nephews who are really little both under the age of three, my oldest brother and his pregnant wife are all there on display cut up like a fucking gore movie... I HATE these dreams and will try anything to get them to stop... please help.