Tell me your Nightmare, I'll assign you a Horror Movie

My obsessive horror movie watching has ridden me of nightmares. I think Stan Winston said something similar.

A world of mechanically-enhanced gorilla opressors.

Logan lives in a world dominated by shitty Todd McFarlane characters. Sad.

How about I'm an average American male, I'm middle aged, work in middle management for CONHUGECO INC. , I have two perfect kids and a perfect Brady-Bunch-ish wife. I wake up one day to realize that I'm in a hell, lacking a sense of self and spiritual identity?

Gravedigger,

No, the mechanically-enhanced chimps I spoke of where inspired by the world of Shadowfist. You know, like Battlechimp Potemkin and Furious George?

Dipshit. (jay-kay)

There's me in bed, like an overhead shot of me sleeping. Then something comes down at me, a warning of sorts as my closet door opens and a disguised figure emerges with a rather large blade. He approaches the sleeping me as whatever continues to try and wake me up. The hooded person raises the knife and stabs downward and my blood sprays the wall. The person removes his hood to reveal...me. I killed myself.

This was a dream I had about two and a half years ago.

My nightmare....

There are these kids, right?...and I'm chasing them down with a chainsaw so I can kill them, take their faces, and feed them to my family....then suddenly...BAM! Some truck driver throws a wrench at me and it hits me on the head. I fall and almost amputate my leg with my chainsaw....Then, the last kid alive escapes...I wake up screaming....One time, I almost wet the bed....scary.

Okay, in this dream, I go to blockbuster, and the only movies that they have in stock are Ishtar and Black Knight.

There's this zombie invasion, and me and my brother hide out in a JC Penney's that is also being occupied by 2 hot girls and some big fat mustachioed manager. Wild orgy ensues, while fur coats are stolen.

It's extremely cold and icy outside (10 degrees and ice-covered roads). I ride to work on a bicycle. My job consists of exterminating zombies from a house, much like rats, they just infest this place nightly. When I get to the house, my family is just hanging out on the porch drinking iced tea and chatting. I decide not to go in and work (i.e. kill zombies) that night, so I sit down with them on the back deck and talk with them. After a few minutes, I get up and push my car home. Did I mention that it's the middle of the night? When I push my car to a particular street corner, I look down the street and it's very creepy and unnaturally dark. I get a shiver down my spine and decide to go another way.

(unlike some of the posts in this thread, this is a real dream I had last week)

There's 2 of me and I can't get one of me freed from a drain on the street corner. It's raining and I know I'm screwed the whole time.

I like Scream.

In the dream, I am running a marathon, and I start to shit myself.

I am running down the road, while dropping shit all along behind me.



Yesh, in a dream...right.

I've had recurring nightmares almost my entire life about bridges. Driving off bridges, bridges collapsing under me, water sweeping me off bridges, etc.

I've got this one. The Bridges of Madison County.

I've had nightmares involving falling down stairs.

Whever I have a nightmare (like someone is trying to get me, or breaking into my house or something) I always turn into a ninja or superman or something and kick some serious ass.

This is true, by the way. I always come out ahead in my dreams.

Once I dreamed I fell off a cruise ship (like 7 stories). On the way down, I think to myself "you're going to die anyway, you might as well try to fly". I try, and I fly. I flew all the way home.

Superman... Flying... Ninjas... And a Cruise ship...

Speed 2: Cruise control.

I wake up sweating only to find out my name in real life is actually "Strax". Then I wake up again to see Jenny Aguter get stabbed between the norks.

I call shenanigans! Bridges of Madison County, while completely terrifying to me, is not a HORROR movie.

So there.

What's a nork?

So shy, so innocent. Is that the kitty we love ?

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d'Agutter. Though I'm almost certain that's not her's.

GAH! Work warning on that!

Now, Straxy, I can't be expected to keep up with all your Brit naughty-isms...

Stick with me and the Whitehead, lady - you'll learn the get the stanimana fer it.

Too easy. Figured I would get this one.

And the funny thing is that I don't have the fear of heights or of dissension or ascension. I just keep having this dream where I'm falling from the sky and then I hit the stairs and tumble down them.

Sweet! I've never seen that, but I've been meaning to. You pushed me over the edge. It's in my queue at Netflix.

I'll give you two to choose from.

When I was a little kid, I had a series of recurring nightmares. I know there was one that involved a gypsy fortune teller/witch, who threw me in a hole and then sat on top of the hole so I couldn't get out, but the one I remember most clearly played out like this: On the way back from the bathroom in my grandmother's house (the bathroom was at the very end of the house, with the living room on the opposite end), in the kitchen there would be a gigantic, black wolf, like out of a story book. It was standing on a barbecue grill, on his hind legs. He didn't attack me, he just kept saying, over and over, "I'm going to ruin you."

This other one, you're probably going to think I'm making it up just to be funny, but recently I had a dream about an old man trying to bite my dick off. It's not nearly as funny as it sounds, either. It was just this little old, wrinkled man, posessed with 28 Days Later-style zombie insanity, crawling on all fours with his mouth snapping like an alligator's, heading for my crotch. I kept pushing him back, but I couldn't get my balance and he kept coming. It was fucking horrible.

Okay, here is one I really had about a year ago. I couldn't get this dream out of my head for weeks after I had it. I am in NYC with some friends, and we look up and see a comet fly overhead and hit the Atlantic. A huge, Deep Impact-ish wave engulfs the city. My friends are all swept away as I run into a building and run up the stairs, hoping to get to the top floor and avoid the flood. The tidal wave knocks the building over like a toy and water comes rushing through the windows and I am dead. At the time I was having it, I didn't realize it was a dream, so I can remember looking out the window as the wave approached, preparing myself mentally to die.