What was your worst nightmare?

Question

Mine is actually witnessing the raping, torturing, and killing of my wife and my daughter. It's just a dream. I don't have a wife or a daughter yet but in my dream, I already have. I don't think there's still something worse than that! But if you think your nightmare is worse, tell it to me and I'll give you ten points!!

It seems that my nightmare is worse than anything else!! Can anyone break the record? I wanna hear a worse nightmare. A nightmare even badder than mine!

Answer 1

Hillary Clinton gets elected president of the United States.

Answer 2

Well, first a little back ground pertains to mine. I was raped and beaten and stalked (still currently going through the process, b/c he's wondering where I stay to this day) by this guy I was dating a couple of years ago and this is what the nightmare pertains to. I was dreaming he broke into my house and that I was being held down by two other guys as I was being repeatedly raped and I was screaming for help. Some how I managed to kick him off of me and grab a gun (don't know where it came from) and I had them all on the couch threatening to shoot the first one that moved and I called 911.........That's seriously one hell of a nightmare though that you had. Thank God it wasn't real.

Answer 3

I know this doesn't seem scary at ALL to you...probably won't anyway...But I wasn't me... I was this little girl, about 7 or 8 years old. I lived with my Grandparents, and they hated me... So one day I came home from school, and my Grandparents put me in the car to go see "a doctor" because I was sick or something... So when we got to the doctor, they took me in the room, and he sat me down on this big metal block. he brought this clamp thing down and grabbed my bottom lip with it and ripped it up, pulling it up and across to the back of my neck and stitched it there. He put these straps on my wrists to hold me down and then He put this Big hug metal mold... it was like this [ ].... and it slowly kept shutting closer together [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [] until it was shut... and then there was blod dripping from the bottome and he opened the thing and I had been clamped into the form of an infant. My grandparents took me home... then i don't remember anything else.... but to me, it was pretty creepy!

Answer 4

I don't know about worse....

When I was child I had a recurring dream of my dad being in the lake (that we used to go to as a family). He was standing in about waist deep water, but he was drowning. I would run down to the water and just about the time I would get to him and grab him he would start to dissolve.

I would reach down with my arms down deep to try and grab him, and the only thing that would ever come up in my arms would be like stringy remnants of what was left with him.

I had this dream over and over, and ever time I had the dream, I knew I had, had it but THIS time I would be sure I could save him.... but I never could.

Answer 5

I dreamed that I was hanging off the side of a high rise building, just barely hanging on. A helicopter was trying to save me, but I missed my chance. I fell and fell and fell, but I never hit the ground in my dream. I woke up in the floor beside my bed.

Answer 6

Sometimes your worst nighmare happens when you are awake. Imagine this is what runs through your mind while you are awake and you can't stop it ever. Like a dream you have when asleep it happens and is not true.But it is scary.
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Days go by here on earth and in my life while other things occur
and I only feel my lonesome self dead inside waiting.
Eternal cycles of time lived over and over again.

Computer to Television and computer to television and computer to check email
and see the screen filled with colours that reflect into my dizzy eyes.

Yet within the cerebral worried vortex of my tornado spinning mind:
there is simply black numb charcoal hazes and nothing wild but scary nonsensical meanderings about catastrophes that are unattainable and issues that won't ever happen.

Spinning mind and chattering monkey screaming vulgarities and lousy rotten egg-like meanings: meaningless drivel. What the **** do I do here in this prison, my mind and apartment and the city and country out here in the Middles of the East?

House, city, province, country: one claustrophobic wall
that comes crashing, tsunami-like, into the coral reef innards of my
baboonish head.

Microcosm and macrocosm, I’d like to have an orgasm that would send me flying out and over to home. But home has no guarantees either for solstice.

At least I am familiar with it whereas here I take pills with weird names:

Rivitril so soft and slow
Zoloft that makes your cerebrum mellow
Clonazepam, just a generic trip
Amitriptyline Dream to embolden ones mood
And Effexor the Deadly Duo: Captain Sarah Tonin and General Norah Pineffrin
Watch out! These are weapons of passive construction.

******* pills are not working: I am immune to relaxation. And I out worry western medicine.
Mind is stronger than Xanax. Able to leap huge reservoirs of peace in a single bound. Poor Norah needs to take herself to calm down after being inside of me.

I am the Worrier King and I can do almost anything like you and sister prudence of the Lost Valley near Tacoma highway. Just enter the code: www.google.com and there you are in a safe land called Cyberia where it matters not what you look like or sound like or what you think because here in this cybernetic matrix of humanity we have the ability to connect with others of our ilk.

And everyone is suffering from a glorious number of finite reasons.
Mortality on a hot dog bun.
The fast food death trip
that we all love in the Americas.

Answer 7

wow... thats a bad one

I have had dreams ever since I was little that I needed to call 911 and it was always busy. Dreams that guys from my family that I dont really see...(like my uncle who was my now deceased aunts hubby that we dont talk to) killing my whole family. Or guys that my mom dated that were jealous. I always have those dreams that they come to my house to kill us and I watch everyone die, all the while Im calling 911 and its busy.

Answer 8

Mine isn't worst, just a bad dream of being alone forever. I mean literaly alone. There was no one left on earth but me. I was scared and it felt real. That would be horrible.

Answer 9

i had this dream at about age 4...i was at my old school, blood was leaking through the door, their was a blizzard outside so we couldn't get help, a man was chasing me (dat sucks cause you can't run right in dreams)
and I woke up practically sufocating myself in my pillow trying to scream to wake myself up.
Blood freaks me out, and I was 4!
(such an ugly memory)

Answer 10

Let's see. I dreamed that we had a total moron who couldn't even say a simple sentence correctly as our president and he got us into a war based on lies and .... Wait!! Someone please wake me up. I can't get out of this nightmare.