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These days I have a habit of twisting my nightmares until everything works out.

But I did have this one nightmare, when I was really young. I was looking at these pots for plants, but it was in the middle of the desert, and it was the only building that I could see. Everything beyond 10 meters of the building was in very bright light. And for some reason I was wearing an overly-elaborate dress.

I was walking around the building and I threw a doll into the air, and was dragged through the ground, into a sort of den, with furniture and a fireplace.

To the left was a giant worm, with massive blood-red eyes. To the right were my best friends, who all had no eyes. I tried to escape but I could get out, and the worm-thing struck and then I couldn't seen anything for a moment.

The last thing I saw was the doll, on the ground, with blood-red eyes.

I actually had a nightmare once, where I was with my dad to a store, when I realized that we went to a drugstore for my dad to get narcotics and I ran and fall in the bed I was sleeping in, when I woke up, I heard my own heart beating very fast...

It was the zombie Apocalypse actually. I was running with a bunch of my friends and my dad and we went from town to town until we got over run and driven out. Eventually we were out in the country and we found an abandoned barn to stay in. One night when I woke up, all of my friends were on the ground torn up and dead, and I ran out the back with my dad, and when he turned around he had blood red eyes and pale body. I woke up right after I blew his head off.

NOTE: That's the worst typical nightmare I've had, this is not counting the night terrors I had, which were easily a thousand fold worse.

[Edited by fault2k, 7/15/2010 5:31:56 AM]

My worst nightmare is being chased by zombies like in Night of the Living Dead. Gives me goosebumps.

I have had many, but this is probably the most horrible one. The dark thoughts still haunt me. This is why I am very protective of my little brother...

OK, so one day, I just got home from school, and my mom was at my dads house with my little brother and sister. Then suddenly, people came out of nowhere and started shooting fith full-auto guns. we ran down the driveway to an old house and hid. Soon after, the people came to the house and started looking for us. I heard shooting in the next room over, the room with my mom and two sisters. My brother was hiding with me in some stacks of boxes. He started to cry and he crawled out of the box pile. I tried to call him, but he wouldnt listen... I looked out at him from the box pile and one of the people walked up to him. The person looked like a kid from my school. He put an evil smirk on his face... Put the gun to my 1 year brother... And... You know the rest. It breaks me to even think about it, let alone tell it to people...