I’ve had creepypasta-esque nightmares and I love those. I’ve also had dreams that would have probably been legitimately traumatizing if I had a better memory.

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.

No but, I have a dream machine…

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.

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.

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

Once I dreamed that I dreamed, and didn’t like the dream, so I decided to wake up, then I woke up, but I was still in the dream. Then I was confused, because now I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming, and somehow I found out that I was…

Then I really woke up, and I wanted to continue dreaming just for clarifying the whole mess :)

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.

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.

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.

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

My nightmares usually involve running from the police, gangs, mobs, trained killers; experiencing brutal torture along with my partner, being stabbed, shot, losing body parts, dying… and my mind can resume dreams after some amount of time. Dream X on Wednesday, two weeks later on Friday it’s like my brain unpaused that one dream and oh god oh fuck.

So in short fuck no.

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.

It wouldn’t be a nightmare if it was something I looked forward to. But I tend to prefer them over dreams I have reminding me of the people and things I lost and miss.

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