I used to dream, a lot. I could always clearly recall my dreams and they always ended with a nice vision of me floating back into my body accompanied with floating sensation. They were typically odd, but hilarious dreams. Essentially normal. Even when I had nightmares, well my brain's logic center would kick in and be like "What the ********? There aren't lions in Michigan. Wake up b***h." and things of that nature.
At about the age of 16, I began to have a recurring "nightmare". I use the term loosely because it was far different from any I'd ever had before. It was much, much, much realer. Sometimes I'd even call it realer than reality itself. It always started out with me in front of my room, just standing there. All of the sudden something would begin to chase me that it'd be reasonable I'd be scared of (raptors, giant spiders, etc.). They were invariably black. The thing is I was never scared of them, I was always scared of what I knew they were. What it is exactly, I don't know, but I call the idea "Final Death". It's as dead as one can ever possibly be and unlike mortal death, it scared the s**t out of me. Logic would try and wake me up, but there was just like a tidal wave of opposing force that always suppressed it. It was just like "Hey uh... dude, this is just a nigh..." then "NO!" and it shut up.
Anyways, I'd run, make it just out the front door of my house past the garden when I'd freeze. Suddenly I was surrounded by them from every possible angle, left, right, up, down, etc. They'd merge into a formless blackness, a total void. At which point I would attempt to scream, but no noise came out. This then would proceed to pour into me and consume me, inside and out. When I woke up I was always terrified in ways I have never felt terror before, I always had a very clear feeling that something was in my room. This was to the extent that I was too scared to do anything other than sit frozen and scared underneath my covers, sometimes until I passed out due to lack of ventilation and overheating.
There were two other lesser nightmares to which I give little weight, but as they repeated and I couldn't wake up from them either, I'll mention them here.
The first is simply me staring into a black abyss, trying not to fall in. Hands shoot up trying to pull me in. The dream always ends with me just about falling in, but overall without a definitive end.
The second simply is me getting chased by a dark humanoid figure. I run towards light to try and escape. As I do my shadow naturally grows bigger. As I get closer to the light, I begin to feel it burn, yet I keep running. Eventually it burns to much and at this time, my shadow which has grown huge, devours both the dark figure and the light.
These dreams did stop after a year/year and a half, but I haven't dreamed nearly as much as I did before then and it took awhile to start dreaming afterwards. When I do dream, I wake up knowing only that I dreamed, but not knowing what it was. Personally, I kind of want the floating sensation back. sad
Thoughts? I'm sometimes worried they'll come again.
