I rarely dream. But when I do, it’s deleted from my RAM about 10 seconds after I wake up.

Super fun to wake up sweating buckets absolutely pants shitting terrified and by the time it registers where you are and that you’re safe it’s completely gone.

Definitely. There was this lucid dream where I was excited that I actually realized I was dreaming and could experience it conciously. There were certain things I couldn’t do and eventually people in the dream revealed I couldn’t control those things because I wasn’t actually dreaming, but was dead.

It was a good twist. Freaked me out and I couldn’t wake up so I figured it was true. Of course the double twist was that I wasn’t actually dead and was just in fact dreaming, but it was a good ride. It’s got kind of a lynchian vibe that I’d be down to just watch it as a movie.

Absolutely. I’ve had two episodes of sleep paralysis in my life that we’re accompanied by some intense dream imagery and audio hallucination. And I’ve had one extremely potent nightmare that easily could have otherwise passed as an alien abduction incident.

Those three were a rush to fully awake from. The abduction one woke me from a dead sleep as they were inserting an instrument into my navel. 10/10 would do again.

Rewatch, yeah almost all of them. Relive? Not so much

Some of my nightmares would make awesome mystery movies. I’d totally “rewatch” them.

There’s one instance of nightmare from my childhood that is too vivid to forget. It involves my failed attempts of running away from a monster at school, and then in the neighbourhood, and then at home, and then get myself in an asylum but it still waits for me on the ceiling.

Then I realized I was actually too focused in reading a novel about running away from the monster … that’s a relief. I closed the book and open the door … and saw the monster is waiting for me.

Then I realized I was actually in the dream.

But no, it’s not recurrent, and never again thank you very much.

If I had to relive a nightmare, it would be the one where I was pulled into a world that seemed alive, where reality warped under the influence of DMT. The shadows weren’t just shadows—they were entities, dark and seductive, drawing me closer with every step. LSD twisted my perception until nothing felt real, and heroin dulled my senses just enough to keep me trapped in the terror.

Then came the heat, a suffocating fire from within, as if the DNP had turned my body into a furnace. Those shadowy figures became more than just observers—they were lovers, pulling me into their embrace. But their touch was tainted, carrying the threat of something deadly, a disease that felt all too real. I tried to fight it, but the nightmare looped, dragging me deeper into its dark, suffocating grip, making me relive every terrifying moment as if escape was just an illusion.

The other night I dreamed I was leading a squad of mercenaries or something through an abandoned and overgrown industrial city, hunting something. Guys had been killed and mutilated by a wild monster. We found what seemed to be its den, and there were blankets, still warm. Nearby we captured a little girl, maybe 8 or 9. She really put up a fight. Eventually she said she was hiding from the monster too, and the den was her shelter.

But then one of the guys found a leather roll containing dried and still fresh human scalps of the dead guys. Turns out the little girl had been killing them and mutilating their bodies so it looked like a bear or whatever. The dudes wanted to kill her, but she said she only kept the scalps of the most honourable warriors, so I was able to talk them down.

Later, alone, she confessed to me that was a lie, she actually scalped them to shame them further, even in death. What a fucking brat.

Dreams, yes. Nightmares, no.

I can think of one nightmare. It evolved into a mgs/silent hill mashup of a sort with me sneaking around corridors and hearing slow footsteps dragging something.

When it got to the sound being right behind a door, I somehow noped out and woke up. In hindsight it might have been interesting to see more.

Most others, no way in hell.

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No but, I have a dream machine…

Yea, there was a cool old abandoned church I was walking through and where the pulpit would be was a large mass of floating, writhing black tentacles glowing red kind of Princess Mononoke like, and they began pulling me in and then wrapping around me and suffocating me.

I was practicing lucid dreaming at the time though, and i had recently become skilled enough that I was able to sort of stop myself from being suffocated and emerge out of the monstrous energy and dismiss it while staying inside the dream.

and that experience was so cool I actually did will myself back into the nightmare a couple times just to “defeat the evil” again in subsequent dreams.

None that I can recall. Not that I can really recall any of them anyway. All the ones I remember having were ones that woke me up in the middle of the night. Not really ones that you’d want to revisit.

Of course, that’s what makes it a nightmare IMO.

I have a lot of dreams that, from describing the “content” of the dream, would sound like a nightmare, but without a lot of negative emotions associated. (Not to say I don’t have challenging dreams sometimes too.) But, I think it was last night that I dreamt I was in college (but not at my real-life alma mater) and there was a mass shooting on campus in the building I was in and I was trying to escape from the shooter. But I didn’t wake up terrified or anything. I do remember trying to convince dream characters of the seriousness of the situation and having limited success.

A lot of these dreams that seem “nightmarish” from the content are also very enjoyable. The one I described above was… kinda take it or leave it material. Not particularly enjoyable or distressing.