In honor of Halloween–and since I’ve seen the topic of “nightmares” come up on a couple blogs (here and here)–I want to talk about the same subject. Fun, right?
Though I hardly ever have nightmares now (knock on wood), I had them often when I was a child. My nightmares have always been fairly colorful (literally!) and I can remember a great amount of detail about a specific few. Care to jump into my head for a moment?
Nightmare #1 - (I know I was younger than ten.) I was standing on my enclosed front porch, and you know those dreams where you couldn’t move, no matter how hard you tried? Yeah, it was one of those. So, I was standing there, looking out the window into the darkness. There was in acre or two of land in front of that window, and there was a red car in the distance, driving toward me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t move. I continued to have this dream nightly for who-knows-how-long, and on the last night, the car finally made it’s way to me. The car stopped; a man got out, walked to the window, and just stared at me. I don’t remember a face.
Nightmare #2 - I was in a red wagon (there’s that color red again), and a vampire was pulling me around in it. Now, this was no Edward Cullen–this vampire was mean. As he pulled me around in the red wagon, he killed everyone in my family while making me watch. He never killed me, though. Even when I woke up from that nightmare, I could still see his eyes when I closed mine. This was also a recurring dream.
Nightmare #3 - (The strangest of the three.) This one is a little fuzzier than the previous two. Mostly, all I remember from this (recurring) dream was waking up from it. I remember the day it started–I was at my grandparent’s house. Apparently, it caused me to sleep walk because I always ended up waking up in another room with someone asking if I was okay. One time, after the dream, I woke up outside my house with my mom chasing after me. She said my eyes were glazed over and I had been crying and saying, “I want my mommy!” When asked if I could explain the dream, I never could. I remember feeling like there was some sort of an evil force trying to suffocate me, though. Eventually, those dreams stopped completely, and I haven’t sleep-walked since.
Now that I’ve shared with you three of my most memorable nightmares, I want you to share with me. Do you have nightmares now as an adult? What about recurring nightmares? Do you dream in color or black and white?
