“When I was a kid I had this recurring nightmare of me running through a giant rotting house covered in moss & everything around was tinted the color green & every time I turned a corner I’d start at the back again with the thing that was ch
"I see the green lights outside of our sliding glass door...My grandpa is outside looking up at the sky, just standing there...and there's a huge UFO above us. My grandpa starts floating up into the air...I run back inside to find my grandma. I see
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"The door would open to a bright light, and immediately a line of drone like beings would enter heading straight for me...floating upside down with a skinny, elongated torso, one leg, no arms, and no mouth...I tried to run past them, but more always
"Ever since I was a kid, I’d have a consistent dream of being sucked into the bathroom by an unknown force. I was super scared of Bloody Mary as a kid, so maybe that fear started the nightmare."
"The tiger starts to attack and devour my sister, as we stand and watch horrified. Then my mom screams at my sister 'close your eyes!,' so she doesn’t watch herself being devoured."
"It's my first day at a new office and everything is going well; my new boss is introducing me to my friendly new coworkers. They're excited to have me there and we're touring the building when I notice that some of my coworkers have these strange f
"I find myself face-to-face with a Lovecraftian demon. Its body is short and squat with arms twice as long as I am tall. It grabs me by the ankles with its razor-like fingers and lifts me into the air. As it lifts me up, its neck extends and It look
"There was this creature that lived in the darkest parts of my room, but it preferred my closet and it would terrorize me every night as it came closer and closer to my bed. By the age of 10 [it] stopped; when I had kids it came back for them till t
"There are bookshelves spanning an impossibly infinite space...I'm confronted by an ancient, grotesque vampire in a claustrophobic aisle... The vampire is smiling at me menacingly, his fangs protruding and beckoning me with their sharp points.
“I have dreams where I'm standing over the kitchen trash barrel vomiting up thousands of teeth. They're not falling out of my mouth, they're coming up from my stomach. The trash overflows with molars; they spill onto the floor and hit my bare feet.
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