3 Childhood Nightmares

[cchannahboo]

When I was little, I would always die in my nightmares.
1. I had a repetitive dream about getting run over by a car. This wasn't just a normal hit and run story. I would be at my house and someone would inform me that I had to save a family member. I was only about 7. I would run out to our car on the street and be terrified because I had no idea how to drive. The car would then start rolling for no reason and slowly run me over. I was never able to stop it.
2. I had a dream that my sister and I were at the beach. It was beautiful and the two of us were having fun. Out of nowhere, a man cloaked and with a gun aimed at my sister, but I jumped in the way. That wasn't the end of it. I just stood there as people started to gather and stare at me. Slowly their screams and chatter began to dull until I couldn't here anything. Next I began having tunnel vision and the crowed eventually faded into darkness. The last thing I remember was falling limp and waking up.
3. It was middle school and we were studying the Holocaust. My dream began with me just wandering in a large, dark field. I recall smelling something foul. I approached a tarp draped as far as I could see for miles and miles. Hesitantly, I lifted the tarp and saw underneath it piles upon piles of dead, decaying bodies. I woke up.

[matt]

Wow! Those are really terrifying! I can't imagine what I'd do if I had them. Never sleep again?