Nightmare Diary

It seems like the only dreams I can ever remember are nightmares. For as long as I can remember, I‘ve never been able to recall a positive or at the very least, not a creepy dream. So, I‘ve decided to compile a list of the dreams I remember. Maybe there’s something to them. Here goes.

*9/4/9*

*I stood at my doorstep, looking down the swirling path the staircases take from the fourth floor. I stood there just for a single moment before my mother came out running through the door. She said something, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I didn’t even look at her, and I jumped down.*

*When I landed my feet felt as if I shattered every bone in them, but otherwise I was unscathed.*

*I heard a scream from above and then my mother came crashing down on the floor next to me.*

\*Her body hit the floor with violent force and it split her head open.

I looked into her glazed over lifeless eyes and woke up.\*

*16/10/11*

*I was standing on top of some building; as if I had just glanced backward, my body felt as if I was being chased by something. I did not understand what it was, but I could feel the sped up heart beat within my chest, the sharpness of everything around me and something flowing through my body.*

*I looked down, and I couldn’t see anything but I couldn’t see the ground behind me.*

*My vision blinked, I presume I turned around again because I felt as if the pressure had gotten worse and I just jumped down.*

*Everything went black with a sickening crunch.*

*I woke up in a cold sweat.*

*3/3/12*

*I found myself in the middle of some medieval battlefield. Corpses covered the ground as far as my eyes could see. Every one of them was mutilated in a fashion worse than the previous one.*

*Bones sticking out through the skin.*

*Guts pulled out.*

*Brain matter.*

*Rivers of blood pooling from within these bodies.*

*And everything smelled so real, the smell of rot nearly knocked me off my feet.*

*Some sort of beast was eating one of those corpses, producing disgusting sounds of tearing of flesh. I couldn’t really make it out, but it looked like some sort of deformed dog. The beast turned to me and I woke up.*

*8/12/12*

*I found myself in a pool of black liquid inside a dark space, completely lightless. I looked around but couldn’t make out anything. Suddenly a burst of light passed over my head temporary blinding me before a blood-chilling scream filled the space. Sending a wave of worry across my body.*

*I stood there for a few moments, trying to make sense of the world around me, that’s when I saw something moving in the liquid. Something massive. Moments later I saw a gigantic white orb right next to me.*

*Everything went black and it felt like someone had run a flaming sword straight through the center of my body.*

*I woke up and my whole left side felt sore.*

*12/4/15*

*I found myself at an open field where everything seemed to lack color, everything seemed dull and kind of chilly. I walked around the field until I noticed that there was a man’s shadow behind the tree line. I followed the shadow into the trees, and it disappeared.*

*I walked around the forest for what seemed like hours until a burst of loud, high pitched laughter boomed all around me, sending shivers down my spine. I turned around and there was nothing.*

*I looked around, calling out to whomever this laughter could’ve belonged but no answer came.*

*The laughter crackled again this time awfully close behind me.*

*I turned around to see a corpse-like figure floating in the air; blueish skin, bloated with clouded eyes. Its smile, oh god that awful smile, it was so wide I swear I could see the skin beginning to crack, revealing black blood beneath it.*

*I wanted to wake up, but I couldn’t, I was frozen; face to face with that thing, we stared at each other until I felt its hand touching my shoulder.*

*Frozen touch, so cold it felt like I was being cut.*

*I woke up and my shoulder was numb.*

*20/3/16*

*I was walking around aimlessly at my apartment, and I felt someone or something touch me. And whenever it happened, I looked back and saw nothing.*

*Whenever this happened, I felt shivers run down my spine and the whole atmosphere of the dream was stressful and cold.*

*It kept on happening a few times before I felt a hand on the top of my head.*

*I turned to look upwards and woke up.*

*1/2/17*

*Not much of a nightmare but still weird as hell; I was being shouted at by this gigantic monster mask thing without a body inside an endless dark hall. I don’t know what it was shouting, but it kept shouting at me.*

*While I was walking backward, facing this thing.*

*I woke up, and then did the regular things I did in my every day but I noticed that everything was kind of dull in color and some points were just blurry in my day, and then at one point my father told me, someone, I don’t remember who, some relative, had died – eerily calmly he did. I remained calm too, externally at least, inside I was flipping out. My father then told me to go to sleep, so we could go to the funeral after I had slept.*

*At that point, I realized that this had been a dream. I tried waking up, but I couldn’t.*

*I was beginning to freak out.*

*I was convinced it was a dream, but I couldn’t wake up.*

*At that point, I realized that this had been a dream. I tried waking up, but I couldn’t.*

*I woke up, this time for real, confused as hell.*

*25/10/18*

*I was watching this video were a John Wayne Gacy looking clown sat leaning against a wall. He had a sad expression, and he just sat there for a while. Something was awfully sad about that whole scene.*

*The clown then got up and went off camera while I kept staring at his wall in the video until the sound of a chainsaw could be heard in the background.*

*A few moments later the camera was thrown aside, or something, it just flew and the perspective shifted to a foot of a bed or a table.*

*The sound of the chainsaw roaring took over the whole video, and I could make out sobbing in the background too.*

*Soon enough sickening crunching and gurgling sounds were audible too.*

*In my dream self’s head, I knew that the clown had killed himself, but I had no idea how not until I heard a repetitive thumping sound.*

*Something with hairs rolled into the edge of the video frame.*

*I heard the sounds of canine claws scrapping the floor filled the video and I woke up.*

*21/6/19*

*A raccoon-like creature was clawing at an elderly couple until they had died from blood loss, he just scratched them all over, mercilessly while making up cheerful sounds. I wanted to do something about it, the creature didn’t seem bigger than a small child, but I couldn’t. I tried moving towards it, but I was stuck in place.*

*My world then shifted; I was in a child‘s room during a thunderstorm. A child was talking to that same raccoon-like figure. He asked for his grandparents, but the creature told him that he couldn’t have them.*

*The creature told the child that he couldn’t have his grandparents because they killed themselves as a result of a schizophrenic delusion.*

*The kid didn’t seem to mind…*

*My dream ended, and I was in total darkness.*

*Another dreamed followed.*

*I was in what appeared to be New York during the 1920s, everything was colored black and white and there was this sad music playing in the background.*

*My vision cleared up and I saw a sea of women, hanging from the street lamps.*

*Swinging softly to the sounds of the melancholic melody.*

*4/7/19*

*I was urban exploring when I found entered this abandoned factory building at the edge of my town. I explored it for a bit and there was nothing in particularly odd about the building.*

*I entered a dark room that appeared to be awfully small giving me claustrophobia and then I suddenly saw this naked woman standing in the center. She had huge butterfly wings sticking out of her back and some sort of thorny appendages coming out of her chest, like vines. She had a crown of thorns on her head that made her bleed and the worst part about her was how her eye sockets were empty and streams of dried blood were visible on her cheeks.*

*She called out something in a language I couldn’t comprehend; a deformed dog-like creature came out of the darkness, with its head lowered. Once I could completely make it out, the thing raised its head and I saw its dolphin-like mug; smooth and bottle-nosed, hidden in between two thick bangs black fur. The animal smiled at me, shining human teeth.*

*I woke up covered in cold sweat.*

That was last night, and… I think I saw that thing, that nightmare dog again, a few moments ago… as I was writing this… It‘s kind of dark already and I can’t see the details of the room across from mine that well.

I do think that I saw a dolphin-like head poking in the darkness, with two shining white blank eyeballs staring back at me before it faded into the darkness again producing the sound of canine claws scraping against the floor.

It definitely wasn’t my dog; she’s sleeping right at my feet.

I did check and there was nothing there, not to mention how my dog usually reacts to noises outside the house let alone in…

Maybe I’m just not sleeping enough…