Do you remember your first nightmare?

Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Diana, Jan 21, 2010.

  1. "Don't worry. Let's talk about what you have been up to."
     
  2. "He's doing fine for his age."
     
  3. "Nowhere. I bought this a while ago."
     
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    Name:
    Featherwhisper
    Past names (if any):
    Featherkit, Featherpaw
    Gender:
    Female
    Age:
    24 moons
    Rank:
    Medicine Cat
    Apprentice:
    TBA
    Mate (if any):
    NONE
    Kits (if any):
    NONE
    Short physical description:
    Featherwhisper is a thin silver and white cat with light green eyes.
    Personality:
    She is the one who remains calm in the face of panic, however that being said Featherwhisper is very happy go lucky cat who loves helping out her fellow clanmates. She has an obsessive way of organization and is very particular with how things are put away and how things are done.
    Strengths:
    Medicine, Her heart, Calm, Happy
    Weaknesses:
    Kits, Organization, The clan
    Clan:
    Waterfall Clan​
     
  5. Yes I am lol
    and I am working on her right now actually
     
  6. "Lyra didn't mean any harm."
     
  7. I think I remember my first, at least the earliest recurring nightmare I recall that is. I used to have a lot of trouble sleeping because of it & when everyone tried remedies like changing my room/sleeping somewhere else, I would sleepwalk. xD It was a bit of a handful, so everyone always reminds of that time. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and have the same feeling of that nightmare, but I can't be sure. It might just be me recalling the feeling of being scared and relating it to that experience. Bleh xD

    Anyways. It starts out with me picking flowers in the field in front of the house my dad&I lived in when I was in early elementary school. The next-door neighbor had about twelve cats that I always played with. So, I'm there throwing flowers around and laughing with the cats and it's a nice bright, warm-feeling sunny day. My bike is there, too. It's one of those bright colorful tricycles with ribbons, a basket full of toys and a cute little ting-a-ling bell.

    The area was safe so I was allowed to go roaming as I pleased. The next thing I know, I'm riding my bicycle down one of the forest trails and I hear something behind me. It's a truck, but only the box part, not the car part. And it's chasing me. I don't know how I know it's chasing me, but it is. And it's just me and my tricycle. And then up ahead, the road becomes an empty highway and the scenery becomes a desert. And I see my dad's car, a really old Volvo driving along. So I wave at my dad, whose in the backseat with his window down and I tell to hurry up because it's coming to get us, it being the truck without the car part.

    But my dad doesn't listen so I (somehow) find myself in the passenger seat in the front of the Volvo and outside, the truck without the car part smashes my tricycle to bits. And there's no one driving this car. So I start driving by reaching one leg over the middle and extending my arm. I don't know why I don't just sit in the front seat :33 but that's how I'm driving down familiar roads (out of the desert all of a sudden). Next thing I know, we'll falling or something, that weird free fall feeling. And I'm in some kind of little village with just the actual drivers seat "like a chair" and the steering wheel in my hand.

    Sometimes, I get to explore the village, (people are weaving cloth and building straw huts) and sometimes I just wake up. Sometimes I wake up when the truck is chasing me. Sometimes that scene never ends, I just keep pedaling my tricycle away. Sometimes I wake up when I'm jumping into the car. It's really strange. Not all of the dream is terrifying or scary, but as a child it was. Now, it just has that fear attached to it, I guess.

    ~~I can't really understand it. As for the tricycle, I understand that as an elementary kid, my bikes were always stolen. I had about ten or twelve different bikes and somehow, in my mom's care, they'd always get stolen. Dunno if that has anything to do with anything, but xD it's all I can think of.
     
  8. Interesting question. I don't think I can remember my first nightmare, although I think it was something along the lines of one of my dolls coming to life and frolicking around.. That dream was probably heavily influenced by my gross amount of 'The Twilight Zone' watching.

    I also had countless dreams involving me going to school naked. But I could hardly call THAT a nightmare.

    The most vivid nightmare I have had was one about these strange harpy creatures that swooped down from the sky. It was a very cloudy day, and my mother and I were driving to what looked like an old amusement park, minus the roller coasters. The area mostly consisted of broken-down buildings and old, crumbling food stands and the likes. There was also this huge, metal sphere that resembled a golfball enlarged a few hundred times; a large crack running through its center. My mother dropped me off, along with hundreds of other kids, and simply left.

    I began amused at the surroundings, exploring this and that. Although, suddenly, the sky grew a shade darker while thunder and lightning boomed and cracked. I grew instantly afraid (my fear of thunderstorms coming into play) and started sobbing. Then, these strange, screaming and howling winged-women swooped down into the sky causing total havoc. :\ Children's screams smeared in with the harpy's high-pitched squeals. Their sharp claws raked across the other children's backs, although constantly missing mine. The only thought running through my head was, 'find mommy...'

    Finally, the sky slowly returned to its lighter, paler shade of gray and the harpies retreated back into the sky. Instantly, every child ran for the dirt road leading out of the broken-down amusement park. Something kept prodding at the back of my mind, saying that the women would be back in a short time. This thought propelled me forward, yearning to escape this god-forsaken place.

    I finally found my mother, calmly eating a sandwich below the giant golf ball sphere. She quickly yanked me by the arm into our van and we drove off.

    ...It was a very, very strange dream.
     
  9. .... I got disected by thin-skined monkeys that you could see their organs and muscles through their skin....

    I screamed and cried for help, and they suddenly dissappear, and I was suddenly in a wedding, STILL torn to shit, bloodied and people start screaming.

    I was three or four...