Worst Nightmare You Can Recall...

My nightmare:

When the dreadful cries of demons disturb my otherwise tranquil dream, I lay asleep in my bed helpless to change the course of my dream which has now become something like a gloomy nightmare. Gone are the lighthearted songs of birds, the laughter of friends and family, and the distinctive and soothing sound of the wind gently passing through the branches of willow trees; my entire field of vision is now distorted, perhaps because my eyes are filling with tears since I know that my dream world is no longer serene but instead hellish. I can only make out faint shadowy figures in the distance which is where the cries seem to be emanating from. The sky has gone from a bright and sunny blue to a dark red hue. This is not where I want to be in my moment of rest. “You will not destroy the dream world I’ve worked so hard to construct from my real life experiences and collective fantasies you demons!” I shout, but the shadowy figures which march ever closer toward me ignore my words as if I had not spoken at all. Their intent is clear to me. They wish to drive my happiness away. Everything I hold precious they wish to destroy: my friends, my family, and my garden where I spend afternoons calmly looking up at the sky. I can’t let them succeed. “I must not let them succeed,” I think to myself as I watch the foul beings march ever closer. The demons, which only appeared as shadowy figures before are now clear to me. Yet they aren’t demons at all, they are people. Just as I can start to make out their specific characteristics, I suddenly awake in a confused state, left wondering what exactly the significance was of the nightmare I had just experienced.

What I think it means:

I believe that the obscured demons which I eventually discovered to be humans represent the extreme elite in our world; those shifty souls who place money above everything and would sell their souls if souls could be sold. The kind of people who work to rape developing nations and instigate conflicts in developed nations through “news” organizations. How many times has the phrase “class wars” been mentioned on newscasts? Also, I think the fact that my nightmare ended just as I was about to identify the faceless foes is significant in that the sinister elite tend to be shrouded in mystery. We may be aware of some of these sociopaths, and we may even know their faces and their names, but we do not know of all of their plans or motives. When pharmaceutical companies release drugs which later prove to be harmful or perhaps even fatal, I’m left wondering why they didn’t conduct more exhaustive research. Perhaps money was yet again placed before ethics. And when real attempts are made to clarify the events surrounding 911, isn’t it curious that all the media can talk about is the latest celebrity scandal. Or how about when Walmart is making billions off of slave labor in developing nations or when scientists are being paid by Exxon Mobil to downplay or flat out deny global warming?

I am afraid that the demons (people) from my nightmare are all too real.

I can't remember any nightmares. I tend not to have many. I'm too smart, y'see? Whenever one starts, I just change the subject. It's my damn mind!

My worst nightmares are always the ones that include bears. Usually involves them killing someone close to me, or chasing after me, but it never ends good. I always wake up drenched in sweat.

I had a dream i woke up at 2 in the morning and turned on my TV. Bad part: it wouldnt turn on, so, i began to shake and scream really loud. Everything around me shook and i vibrated and my screams shattered the windows. My parents walked into my room, looked at me, and shot me in the head..................................

..........and then i woke up.

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I dreamt my mom died and her ashes were sent to us and I eated it. :( Top of my worst nightmares ever.

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