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I know this may seem a bit random, but what has been your worse nightmare. Mine was where I dreamed that my lottery numbers came up the week I didn't enter and I lost out on 14 million.xx
Although, My most profoundly sad dream is the dream of any dream I've ever had that still lingers with me.
I was 16 when I had it. To summarize, I was older and had a son of about 5 years old. In this dream, I can't explain how, I felt like we had a history together. It was like I raised him from an infant. I showed him the world and saw his wonder. I loved him. He was my family and my life and I felt like I watched him grow. I felt so proud of my boy.
Then I woke up.
I cried. I was depressed for weeks. I felt like something was taken from me. Even thinking of it now I feel makes me sad for it.
It's because of that dream I have an intense passion for being a mother someday(when I'm ready and the time is right). It's what I want above most anything.
I've had a lot of apocalyptic dreams(Special thanks to the trails of sleep aids before I found what works for me). The worst was:
I was with my younger brother exploring a Tee Pee/museum in the city(NY). The interior was a dusty attic. At the back of it was a Scream/Jack Skellington ripper type of mannequin-esque figure. He appeared to be paralyzed, inanimate. It was at this point my brother and I read a plaque that gave a lengthy back story.
To sum it up quickly, he and his family owned a milk and other farm goods service. They had a farm and delivered such goods door to door. They were in high standings with the community and were loved very much.
But they were all brutally murdered. The father's angry, vengeful spirit rose and massacred everyone in town for the horrible, gruesome way his family was ripped from the world. It went on and on until the day had ended.
So in reading all this, my brother and I exchanged terrified looks. We realized it was on exactly that day, 50 years ago, that he had been killed.
The Scream/Jack Skellington guy roused and we ran. We were chased out of the Tee Pee and, some reason, thought we were in the clear. But a skeletal hand grabbed my brother's leg and started pulling him under the Tee Pee tarp.
It was a tug of war. The whole time my brother was screaming for me to not let go. I lost my grip. I just kept hearing him yelling over and over on a loop, "Please don't leave me! Cut the stomach and pull me out! Cut the stomach and pull me out! Don't go! You can't leave me! Cut the stomach and pull me out!"(which referred to the Tee Pee, not a stomach)
There was a moment in the yelling I felt a decision had to be made. Run to find help/run because I was so horribly terrified, or try to save him and risk both of us dying horrible deaths. Worse of all, the possibility of watching my own brother ripped apart while he begged for help.
And that's when I woke up.
That one wasn't one of the apocalyptic ones, but it WAS because of the sleep aids.