I know it's a common occurrence, but any attempt to research it (for me) turns up nil. You try to run as fast as you can, but instead your limbs feel abnormally heavy and you're forced to move at a snail's pace, allowing the nightmare to catch up to you.
I haven't had nightmares like that in years, though.
I assume it's because your partly waking up. Thus your mind is starting to adjust to the awake side of the brain. And in the awake state, your body is motionless because your sleeping. So naturally movement becomes much tougher.
You haven't had a dream like this is forever, Unsavory? When I told my brother this dream, he said "lol, yeah, that happens to me all the time." And he was laughing when I was describing my inability to move fast, since he can relate so well, and the how that I was literally crawling.
Anywho, this is the second dream I've had in my life where I got murdered/killed. The last one was a very long time ago around the mid 90s. Anybody ever have these dreams?
I had a nightmare last night for the second time in my entire life.
In my dream, I remember calling emergency becuase something was wrong with me but I can't remember what exactly it was. So anyway, the ambulance arrived but I noticed a person walking towards me down another road, I looked away and looked back at this person and he/she was different, like an old ugly looking old woman, I looked away and back and it was a normal person again. And I did the same thing, looked away and back at this person and it was an old ugly old lady like a witch, I knew right away it was something evil. Then I experienced terror unlike anything when the person coming out of the ambulance suddenly turned into one of these things and grabbed me and took me away like I was flying, I never been so terrified. All of a sudden I was in my room in the dark fighting this thing off for a long time, it was strong but I put up a fight, it was like trying to escape from something holding unto you, grabbing you. I woke up shortly after and slept with the lamp light on for awhile and woke up, I was disturbed.
I had a dream that I walked everywhere. I was putting in job applications, and my legs were tired. I was limping up a local hill, a familiar scene. Someone yelled that I needed a doctor. I passed out and woke up in an 8-bit land. I haven't played Yume Nikki in about half a year, but I got that vibe from my dream; like a bizarre imaginative sandbox, a compendium of strange and unusual things. I wasn't sure what my mind was going to come up with next, or where it was taking me. I felt the need to explore, like there was something I needed to find there. The area where I stood turned into a great multicolor lake maze with many bridges and holes. The bizarre native of this land kept nagging at me "Hey, why are you bumping into me??? Look what you made me do! Stop pushing me!" when I bumped into him. I fell down a hole and discovered more 8-bit natives; talking mice and giant chunks of cheese. The interior appeared as a mouse hole in a house, as opposed to just another hole in the ground. Outside, I had the feeling I was supposed to shove the strange nagging native to the end of this maze (perhaps to use as a raft), but I woke up and left this Cloudcuckoo Land before I could complete my supposed objective.
Last Edit: Feb 11, 2013 12:24:40 GMT -5 by Unsavory
wow, what a coincidence... after I woke up today, I actually opened up textpad and typed out my dream, which is something I haven't done in years (I hardly ever remember my dreams to begin with), and then I stumble across this thread... so I guess I might as well just copypasta and share ^^
A dream so unsettling that I still kinda feel like it's still happening... (well, for a while after I woke up, not so much now... =P)
It was clearly the end of the world in this lengthy dream of mine. With horrifying consistency, every time I looked up at the sky or watched the news I saw this incredible bluish-purple cloud, spreading out into the air from some very distant place. I never found out how the world was ending, but I always had the feeling that the planet was hit by something big and that we only had probably less than a day to... prepare for it. I don't know why the news on TV was still running, but my dream even seemed to take care of that because it only seemed to show footage from surveillance cameras (no reporters talking or anything). It showed people running, screaming, and looking for shelter in their final moments before they and their surroundings are taken over by a dense cloud, like something out of 9/11's debris (in fact, it even seemed like, at least at the moment I was watching, that most of the footage was from a city like New York), then it automatically switched to the next camera elsewhere, as if it was following the cloud's destruction.
In my home, me and my family were mostly behaving normally, except for a little sense of urgency. It seemed that we knew the world was ending, but not how much time we had left, and apparently there were some kind of futuristic vehicles going around picking up people to take them to a sure-fire shelter or something, but maybe there wasn't anything, I don't really know. I knew that we should be leaving and making some effort to survive, and I kept telling everyone "why aren't we leaving yet?!" but we made no progress. The entire atmosphere of my dream was screaming hopeless, imminent doom. I was slowly gathering together the things I wanted to take with me but I felt hopeless because I wished that I could take all of my things that I put so much of my life into (I remember looking at the box with my huge cattleya statue in particular XD lol), and at the same time I felt like I shouldn't bother because none of us were gonna survive. By the time we finally left the house, it felt like the final minutes. I was saying things like "it's too late, isn't it?!". We didn't even seem to know where we were going. Then I woke up... and I started telling my mom incomprehensible things like "wait, we have to get there" and "it's too late!" D:
But this was a "daymare", as my mother called it. As strange as it is, it seemed possible for me to go back to sleep to continue my dreams. This usually only happened when I slept during the daytime. Still, after this final time that I woke up, I stayed awake. But for the longest time I felt like going back to sleep just because of the irrational idea that I could finish it. Yes, I feel like going back to finish my nightmares XD I was also creeped out by looking out the window. I thought back about the dream and realized that the focus of the nightmare wasn't the end of the world, it was procrastination and uncertainty... :/
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2013 3:50:04 GMT -5 by Inochi 命
I've noticed that I've dreamnt of a certain house, a certain area close to where I live but as far as I'm concerned, it has no significance to me whatsoever, why I dream of this place is beyond me... I dream I go there and the house is abondonded, but somebody actually lives there in reality and I'm not related to the person. But, the more I think about it, the more I want to go there just to check it out, but it would seem weird if I go there and the person who lives there is all like "what are you doing here?" and I reply "I dream of this place man, just checking it out." But yes, why do I dream of this place? I do not know...