matt wrote:I've tried to have lucid dreams, but even when I am aware I'm dreaming, I still can't exert control. Controlling your dreams seems so cool. I wish I could!

I keep hearing that playing video games helps with that because it trains for basic control over a situation

:oops: This dream is not particularly scary as well as a little embarrassing (and I know it even sounds ridiculous) but it actually scared the crap out of me. And that is why I list it as a nightmare, one I always laugh about later. I go to a wedding with my family. I once again wear another dress ...

I've only had three dreams where I've actually died (there is one more dream but I'm never actually sure if I die in that one and I woke up with a dry throat, gasping for air). Anyhow, these are the three dreams where my death is confirmed. 1) I am standing on a cliff, gazing down or ahead. The sun ...

This nightmare doesn't come to me much anymore, but it used to loop every once in a while. This dream always came in small flashes or gasps. I am wearing a very short, loose white dress. I'm in a large, cold, tile room. I eventually realize it's a bunch of showers, like the kind in a prison. Only ...

I hate clowns, I used to be scared of them. When I was a kid, I saw one and it came up to me. There was one small problem (I was a fight rather than flight) kid when it came to fear. So, I kicked it in the shin. My mom pulled me away and apologized to the clown (he was jumping up and down and ...

:| This is perhaps one of the earliest dreams that I can remember in my childhood. I once dreamed that my dad was sitting on a stool. I go up to him and start tugging on his arm. At first, it's a playful game of tug of war. Then my dad starts begging me to stop, gently at first. Then, he desperately ...