The wierdest nightmare that I have ever had was actually recent. Michael Myers was chasing me around with a pumkin on his head and a sharp, pointed candy cane as a weapon. THe strange thing was that it was not hallaween. It was the night of Valentines Day.

Does anyone else have one?

yes,,,I remember i was watching a figure walking down some strange corridor with people to the left and to the right. As I looked out I felt weak and lost and wondered, and I wanted to get out anyway I could. But I coulden't, I was trapped like a rat. Then I was force into saying things I didnt want to be saying and my tounge felt as if it were burning. Then I heard the words that has haunted me to my very existence...I now prononce you...I was married...oh wait that wasnt a nightmare,,that was reality...nevermind.

Funny. I assume that those words haunt every married person in the back of their mind (Lots are just not man-enough to admit it).

I had a dream this very morning, actually.

I had to crawl into small spaces underneath the stairs outside my house, with a box. There were bugs everywhere. In the box was something that looked a bit like a vacuum and beetle. Moving its wings apart, I put two AA batteries in and sucked the bugs up. Just for the record, I hate bugs.

Later, I was in the kitchen, where I got into an argument with my dad. He was complaining about something I did, when I yelled, "you f**king hypocrite!" jumped on him, and started punching him in the head.

After I finished, he was standing there, the skin and muscle from his right forearm was completely gone, just the radius and ulna were there, white as can be.

R.E.Potter wrote:

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yes,,,I remember i was watching a figure walking down some strange corridor with people to the left and to the right. As I looked out I felt weak and lost and wondered, and I wanted to get out anyway I could. But I coulden't, I was trapped like a rat. Then I was force into saying things I didnt want to be saying and my tounge felt as if it were burning. Then I heard the words that has haunted me to my very existence...I now prononce you...I was married...oh wait that wasnt a nightmare,,that was reality...nevermind.

When it comes to a woman, never go to sleep then they got you, vicous little buggers , they are.

Hey hey hey..I resemble that remark! Hahahaha...As for the first nightmare posted here...It was the night before Valentine's Day. We've already had the discussion about how much that day sucks. And yes I get nightmares, but I never seem to be able to remember any of them. I am sure that they revolve around taxes (bookkeeper's nightmare!)

Well, when I was a kid I had a reoccurring nightmare. It was the same everytime. Though, when you retell it, even back then, it was never really scary. You just had to be there.

The dream goes like this: I'm continually running in circles around a giant pyramid with a little brunette girl. We're being chased by a giant man who keeps shouting, "I'm gonna get you!" in this wickedly, deep and thunderous voice. And that's it, that's the whole dream. Eventually, I would wake up freaked out. It was just constant running in circles, getting nowhere and knowing that he probably would eventually get us.

I haven't had the dream in years. I actually hadn't had the dream in a long before the last time I had it. But, when I was about 14 or 15, I was in Oklahoma City with my brothers. We were attending a gospel meeting there and we were just hanging out at the hotel with others from all over the U.S. A brunette girl came up to me and introduced herself and wondered if I remembered her. I didn't, but she explained how her dad (who was a preacher) had held a meeting for us back in Missouri a long time ago and she and I spent time together playing games and watching movies at my parents' place of business. I couldn't for the life of me remember her, but alas it was over and we were done reminiscing.

A week later or so, I had that nightmare and when I woke up the first thing in my mind was, "It was her!" I had kept the memory of her being a child in my head all these years and after meeting her grown up, I was finally able to figure out who the little girl was. Crazy how dreams work, I say.

I haven't had the dream since.