Scariest/weirdest dreams (as a story or something)

[SkyChanF]

...My wiredest dream is that I became brothers with Jeff the killer...but he didn't kill me. We played and laughed together my entire dream. when I woke up my sister said I was laughing like a phsyco...It makes me wounder if im his sister... I hope. I love creepypasta

[warghost141]

I had a terrifying dream about a monster train and the area had silhouette buildings and the sourandings flash so quick that the train came out off nowhere with a giant claw.

[AHorseNamedPalette]

My dream was that I was caught in a maze-like glass house and I was walking around looking for the exit. I turned a corner and saw the bully group from Stephen King's IT (2017 movie) and I walked towards Henry Bowers to ask where the way out was. He turned around and stabbed me in the neck. I walked up to my mom and asked her to help me and told her I was stabbed in the throat. She says, "Oh, no you didn't, you look fine!" as I was coughing up blood, bleeding from my neck, and wheezing for air. Then, somehow I stole Wonder Woman's invisible car (not jet, a car for some reason) and drove with my sister to this little area of bushes, Batman started chasing us, my sister got in the invisible car and I got in my mom's van and we drove to my cousin's house and landed in their pool with a bunch of floaty toys. Then, off in the distance, we saw a tornado and we ran into the house to get a vacuum to suck the air out of our pool toys, but my cousin was busy vacuuming off some furniture so we had to wait.

Yeah... But that isn't the weirdest one!

I had a dream where Finn Wolfhard was in my house for some reason. I don't know why, he just was and he slept in my older brother's old bed. Apparently him and I were bros in this dream, like we were best bros. I have a computer in the upstairs room of my house and as I walked upstairs I looked down and said, "Hey, Finn, you want to play Minecraft later?" and he said, "Sure, maybe later." and I was like, "Cool." My mom asks, "Who's that?" and I say, "That's Finn Wolfhard from Stranger Things and IT!" and everyone is like, "NO it's not!" And I try to convince them, but once again, nobody believes me. SOO, later on we're driving over a lake and I see Finn saving this drowning guy so I look out the car window and say, "GO FINN!" My mom looks at me like I'm crazy so I shut up. Later on I'm in a candy land and a bunch of gingerbread people are preparing a girl for sacrifice by putting her into a s'more and rolling her up a mountain, and I turn into a gingerbread reindeer and run off to find help to save the girl and run into a chocolate Link from Legend of Zelda and the dream ends.

I have very weird dreams...

[Wraithcaller]

A Nightmare I Had in High School

Spoiler

I sit on a sofa in a small, perfect cube of a room. Directly in front of me, a hissing whirl of static dances on the screen of a broken television. Beside me, a dark-haired man in a leather jacket slaps a remote in his hands, like beating it will somehow force it to work.

"Excuse me," I say, holding out my hand. "Can I see that?"

The man wordlessly hands me the remote, and I point it towards the flashing screen. As I examine it, some strange instinct takes hold of me, and I start pressing different buttons until the snarling static halts, replaced by the quiet hum of voices and music. I smile as I hand the remote back to the man, and he smiles back. Only a moment of silence between us passes before he speaks.

"Hey, thanks." He leans forward in his seat, turning his head to me with a wider grin on his face. "You wanna see something cool?"

"Sure," I reply, shrugging. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him take the remote and press another sequence of buttons. They blink rapidly, and the static returns, only silent. He stands as a white hole opens up in the screen, and I stand with him. I feel drawn to this portal, stepping closer until my entire field of vision becomes a stark, bleached void.

I find myself alone in the sightless expanse, unable to tell where the floor ends, nor where walls begin. My footsteps echo--a dull, muffled sound against still air--as I take my first steps forward. Ahead, I find black text, slanting upwards on a signboard as white and edgeless as the world around it.

"Please don't touch or feed the exhibits. Thank you!"

I put my hands behind my back and continue forward, the distinct impression of a museum entering my mind as I navigate through hallways and corridors that I perceive only by base thought. Eventually I spot a flash of red against the whiteness, spread over invisible podiums. My eyes pass over each of the corpses--mangled beyond repair and yet immaculate, their severed heads still blinking as their glazed eyes watch me in turn. Above are yet more, suspended mid-flight by hooks and chains, bloodless and yet fresh and full.

As I wind further through the maze of broken, pure bodies, I come upon a large, open room. At the center, I see a man on his hands and knees, his head bolted to the floor by his lips. Muffled screaming fills the air as he struggles feebly against the shackles and chains that hold him in perfect place. The only thing keeping him alive and in pain is a single crimson thread connecting his head to his shoulders, precisely where his neck once was. I stop myself before him and watch in silence, only just aware of the dark-haired man's presence beside me again. We both look up as the lifeless echo of footsteps not our own fill the room.

The curator, dressed in formal black attire, approaches us with cleaver in hand. The museum's centerpiece cries at our feet, his wails ringing in my ears as the curator slowly raises the deathly blade. In that moment, the entire void around us shifts to a choking, abyssal darkness. The screams claw their way through the air in desperation before the cleaver swings downward with sickening speed. I hear a snap, and silence returns along with the sterile whiteness of before. I look at the curator, his face cloaked by a veil of shadows. He watches me, and I feel an abrupt cold settle in my bones.

"I need to leave." I turn away from the curator, glancing at the dark-haired man as I take a step. A black oblivion greets me, and I find myself frozen. Realization grips me where I float in stasis, unable to breathe.

Wake up.

I push, not with hands but with will. Something else pushes back.

Wake up!

I feel myself fall as I suffocate on stagnant nothing, a rush of air forcing its way into me as I rise again, to daylight.

[warghost141]

A Nightmare I Had in High School

Spoiler

I sit on a sofa in a small, perfect cube of a room. Directly in front of me, a hissing whirl of static dances on the screen of a broken television. Beside me, a dark-haired man in a leather jacket slaps a remote in his hands, like beating it will somehow force it to work.

"Excuse me," I say, holding out my hand. "Can I see that?"

The man wordlessly hands me the remote, and I point it towards the flashing screen. As I examine it, some strange instinct takes hold of me, and I start pressing different buttons until the snarling static halts, replaced by the quiet hum of voices and music. I smile as I hand the remote back to the man, and he smiles back. Only a moment of silence between us passes before he speaks.

"Hey, thanks." He leans forward in his seat, turning his head to me with a wider grin on his face. "You wanna see something cool?"

"Sure," I reply, shrugging. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him take the remote and press another sequence of buttons. They blink rapidly, and the static returns, only silent. He stands as a white hole opens up in the screen, and I stand with him. I feel drawn to this portal, stepping closer until my entire field of vision becomes a stark, bleached void.

I find myself alone in the sightless expanse, unable to tell where the floor ends, nor where walls begin. My footsteps echo--a dull, muffled sound against still air--as I take my first steps forward. Ahead, I find black text, slanting upwards on a signboard as white and edgeless as the world around it.

"Please don't touch or feed the exhibits. Thank you!"

I put my hands behind my back and continue forward, the distinct impression of a museum entering my mind as I navigate through hallways and corridors that I perceive only by base thought. Eventually I spot a flash of red against the whiteness, spread over invisible podiums. My eyes pass over each of the corpses--mangled beyond repair and yet immaculate, their severed heads still blinking as their glazed eyes watch me in turn. Above are yet more, suspended mid-flight by hooks and chains, bloodless and yet fresh and full.

As I wind further through the maze of broken, pure bodies, I come upon a large, open room. At the center, I see a man on his hands and knees, his head bolted to the floor by his lips. Muffled screaming fills the air as he struggles feebly against the shackles and chains that hold him in perfect place. The only thing keeping him alive and in pain is a single crimson thread connecting his head to his shoulders, precisely where his neck once was. I stop myself before him and watch in silence, only just aware of the dark-haired man's presence beside me again. We both look up as the lifeless echo of footsteps not our own fill the room.

The curator, dressed in formal black attire, approaches us with cleaver in hand. The museum's centerpiece cries at our feet, his wails ringing in my ears as the curator slowly raises the deathly blade. In that moment, the entire void around us shifts to a choking, abyssal darkness. The screams claw their way through the air in desperation before the cleaver swings downward with sickening speed. I hear a snap, and silence returns along with the sterile whiteness of before. I look at the curator, his face cloaked by a veil of shadows. He watches me, and I feel an abrupt cold settle in my bones.

"I need to leave." I turn away from the curator, glancing at the dark-haired man as I take a step. A black oblivion greets me, and I find myself frozen. Realization grips me where I float in stasis, unable to breathe.

Wake up.

I push, not with hands but with will. Something else pushes back.

Wake up!

I feel myself fall as I suffocate on stagnant nothing, a rush of air forcing its way into me as I rise again, to daylight.

That sounds scary i had one about a demonic train with a claw that was terrifying

[Wraithcaller]

That sounds scary i had one about a demonic train with a claw that was terrifying

That does sound pretty bad. Did it try to grab you?

[nyghtshadow]

My weirdest dream would be one of the few i remember.

I was about 5 or 6 at the time, I remember the distinct feeling of snow beneath paws. As for some odd reason i was a wolf. At the time i didn't know what a wolf was, mind you. The crisp air filling my lungs, a feeling of safety and belonging. Fur brushed through my own on each side of me. I never saw anything, it was all simply feeling. The only thing i saw was registered in my mind after i awoke; Trees, pine trees with snow on them. Fog covering the ground. A clear blue-grey sky in the background.

To this very day, i've never made sense of this dream, as, i knew almost nothing about animals besides Horses.

Scariest? Well, i was like 7 and had JUST watched GhostBusters, So i wound up having a dream about the giant Marshmellow guy trying to EAT me...Heh heh...

[Sanukuni]

I have 3 dreams, one creepy, one semi prophetic, the last scary. They each happened while I was between 4 and 5. I am now 23

Dream 1: Scary

I was 4 and had just banged watched Scooby Doo for the first time, it was 1998 or 1999 so it was the original stuff. Well I was following Freddy and Daphne to a strange cave that seemed to glow an odd green color. We went in and looked to our left to see and strange blue floating grid with alternating holes all three of us jump and small ledge to get onto the tile, we could just barely see below us.

It started tilting. We rushed from corner to corner trying to find balance when one of the random holes opened up before I could step on the next tile, Freddy tried to grabe but it was too late.

I fell into the cavern. I land with a thump and a wheeze and notice, oddly enough, an old school popcorn machine. I stand up and look around to realize I wasn't alone at the bottom. Zombies, though I never even saw a zombie before then, everywhere shuffling g toward me. I climbed on top of the random popcorn machine and wake up, it was morning.

Dream 2: Prophetic

This dream b happened I think a couple days after the above, I don't really know I was too young to tell time. I was playing near a pool, I didn't have a swimsuit sonic couldn't get in, when 4.......teletubbies,

(I was 4 or 5)

Waltz up to me and tell my I could use one of there special diving suits, like the heavy metal astronaut looking fullbody thing. I of course agree, thinking it the coolest thing ever, and pop on the things on.

As we have fun a hologram, yet again I had never seen a hologram or the rest of the following yet, plays in front of us of an angry adult-like teletubby yelling for us to come home, they had broken the rules.

We march, still being followed by the hologram so I couldn't escape, to what was my home at the time and hundreds of teletubbies surround us. The adult teletubby tells us to remove our masks to take our punishment and they do but I dont. He tells me again looking angrier, so I slowly do. This is where the thing I never saw before, and the horrific prophetic junk happens.

He stares att me and hisses out human before transforming into a power ranger-like anime wolf, I had never heard of either at the time, and starts chasing me. I run up the stares only for his chest to open and a blue orb to hit the wall, vaporizing it into a perfect circle of a hole. I scream and try to run into my room. No hiding places, must run to my mom's room.

I run to my mom's room and shut the door. I look for my mom and she's on the bed.....but the bed wasn't a a bed anymore. It was a bed of spikes and my mother was laying too still. I panicked d hide under the bed. Then I woke up, it was morning.

The prophetic part: I got over childhood quickly, I am now a fan of Japanese animation(anime), my mom died shortly after I became an anime fan, and I am also obsessed with wolves.

Dream 3: Creepy

I was 5 or 6 at that time and going through a phase where my dreams started like a looney to on episode. Now as you should notice, I tend to have oddly prophetic dreams. But only recently has this thing kinda appeared.

It started with a weird caterpillar called Steve in the place of a title. He was like the caterpillar from mario, a game I hadn't heard of yet, but his face, was oddly like that of the hell circle from Adventure Time, a show that had yet to exist, I went to check the mail and there is was staring....

I was disturbed so I hit it, cartoon style, with a frying pan. It's face started changing. It changed faces over and over. From its face to my face to random faces I never seen. I was thoroughly creeped out when I woke up.

These nigh ares I still remember vividly, though now they don't scare me like they did then.

[Enzona]

My scariest dream:
I was walking in a long corridor, and when I finally reached the end, there was two options: left, or right. I chose right, but that was the "wrong way" and I heard someone scream so loud I woke up crying. I had this dream for a whole week. Finally on Friday, I did somethinng else. In my dream I put a coin in a glass of water, and the screaming stopped.

my weirdest dream ever. I was traumatized, so everytime I hear a sound that is quiet, but loud, I get flashbacks. Lol.

[ZaraTina]

I don't remember many of my dreams. But when I do, they are quite... vibrant in nature.

Spoiler

The hallway is quiet. The candles are dimmed, the only lumination being the moon shining quietly through the large, glass windows.

I slip through the doors that extended from the castle's main room, carefully shutting them behind me. I do not remember why I am so silent, nor do I remember why I'm here, or who I am. The creaking that I normally hear from this old, rusty gate is nowhere to be found.

Normally hear? When?

The floor is carpeted with an intricate red and gold pattern. I recognize them from... somewhere. The edge of my mind struggles to wrap itself around the depths of my memories. I look down at the carpet to study it further, only to realize that I don't have a shadow, nor do my feet sink into the carpets.

Who am I?

I hear footsteps coming towards me from the end of the hall, where another large gate awaits me. I do not see anyone in front of me. Yet, I approach the rather large gate in front of me, again.

Again?

I open the gate. This time, it creaks the way I remember it usually does. There is a dark shadow standing in front of me. Its smoky body seems to dissipate in the air, yet also forms together at the same time. There is some sort of comfort in the form. I reach forward and embrace it. Yet, as I do, it disappears with a screeching noise that pierces my ears, but also seems muffled and far away.

Suddenly, I open my eyes, which were... already open? I see the sunlight peering through my blinds, back in my room. I remind myself of who I am. I'm _____ __, and I live in __________. I'm a student at ____. But that isn't the only person I am. No, I remember now... I'm-

The name escapes me. I try to grab onto the fading memory, but it seems to have disappeared. It feels so real, yet artificial.

Who am-

No.

Who was I?