Talk:Nightmares & Dreamscapes/@comment-6061247-20130322065200

Nightmare #1 (Roughly 2002 - 2003) - Taken from my personal dream journal:

I was in my backyard here in {Insert Former Hometown}. I was on the swing sets, just swinging along when all of a sudden, darkness fell. I got a sick sensation and a sudden feeling that something very wrong was about to happen, so I tried to run back to my house, but it felt like I was running through water, I was moving so slow. The porch light was out, and the sky was a deep, dark blue. As I passed by the oak tree in the center of my backyard, I was overcome with the feeling that something bad was about to happen. There was the sound of snapping branches, and something heavy fell from the tree. I could hear what sounded like a creaking rope swinging in the wind, and I immediately ducked, cowering just like they taught us in Kindergarten about how to take shelter from a tornado. I knew that if I looked up, I would see a hanging man in the tree.

Nightmare #2 (August 20, 2003):

I was in my backyard again...as how I usually am in these dreams, and as I was swinging, it began to grow dark. I was filled with a sudden sensation of dread, and as I ran back to my house, I entered the darkness (all the lights were off and I was home alone). Something told me to go as far away from the windows and doors as I could, that I needed to hide...but I didn't have control over my body anymore. I walked back to the French doors of our kitchen (the doors I came through from our backyard) and I peeked outside, watching to the west as a strange white swirling cloud of smoke appeared. It glowed, and it spun rapidly. Out of the vortex emerged three white spirits, almost like little comets, or for a more perverted approach, like three sperm. They zoomed over my neighborhood, and I had the feeling that they were there as angels of death.

Nightmare #3 (2003 - 2004): "The Butter-Butter Incident"

It's back again...I don't understand what the purpose of it is, only that it terrifies me, and I'm almost afraid to go to sleep now, because I know it will come back. As per usual, I was on my street, the sky was frozen in late afternoon, probably between 4 and 6 o'clock. I was walking down the empty streets, the wind was blowing, and that feeling of dread filled me. Out of the wind, I heard voices, like those of children, chanting in a layered, monotone, sinister voice, "Butter, Butter, Jamie's a cutters..."

As I walked down the street, these voices continued, spouting more and more names, all in the same pattern, now naming people I knew..."Butter, Butter, Mommy's a cutter."

"Butter, Butter, Zachary's a cutter..."

"Butter, Butter, Kevin's a cutter..."

On and on...the haunting voices wouldn't stop. My heart was racing, I was sweating deeply, sure I have had many nightmares, but this is perhaps the worse one I have ever faced. As I walked, I looked to either side of the street, all of the houses were cloaked in a black aura. I couldn't see it, but I could sense it. I could sense the evil radiating off of those homes, and I knew that if I went inside of them, I would find the residents on the floor, in pools of blood, completely skinned and dismembered.

The voices grew faster and faster, the children now sounding more sinister...more sadistic...more demonic. The voices warped until they were low pitched, very demonic, and the more I moved, I could feel a presence behind me, closing in. I ran to a car parked alongside the road, knowing that my pursuer was a man in a black trench coat and bowler hat, one hand a bloody scythe. I hit the ground, crawling beneath the car military-style, and I hid. I could hear the man's bootsteps walking close behind, and I could hear him stop behind the car. I struggled to hold my breath, but I was terrified to move or speak. Then, I could hear him crouch, and I felt the ice cold claw of his hand grab my legs and pull me out. I screamed...

...and then I awoke.

I'll write more as I find them.