Friday, September 2, 2011

Comparing Nightmares

Somewhere around five in the morning, I woke up from a nightmare. I'd been standing outside, in some sort of campsite (I guess), and there was a large hollow log down at one end of the area. (The rest of the setting was unclear; I have a vague impression of rocks and trees around the edge of things, but that's all.)

"Do you hear that?" I asked.

"It sounds like breathing," answered my wife.

"Yeah, but it's really {something technical}. It's caused by the difference in air pressure. Caves do it, too." Only in the dream I actually had a word for that. (I just looked it up, and apparently it's called "cave breathing." Go figure.) "We could totally sleep in there."

So I crawled into this log, and it did seem like pretty decent shelter, except there's this sort of stick poking out a little further back in, and it looks like a skeletal hand. But for some reason I'm all like, "That's not a hand, it's just a stick, see!" and I crawl up and put my hand on it.

...At which point the fingers close around mine. And I kind of freak, and I start digging around the base of the stick, where's there's a little skull-shaped lump. A moment later I'm back outside the log, and I'm holding this... thing... that looks like a malformed, skeletal baby, maybe twelve or fourteen inches long and kind of curled up. Oh, and it's still holding on to my hand, but it isn't moving.

I was getting ready to try to throw it on the campfire so it wouldn't wake up and come after me when I woke up. Also, I woke up thinking that actually it would have been smarter to just put it back in the log, apologize quietly, and back away.

So that was my creepy dream.

Then, when I woke Firstborn up this morning, he told me about his creepy dream: "I dreamed about bugs. Only they bit people, and then the people turned into bugs, and then they got really big."

I told him that that didn't sound very nice, unless maybe the people wanted to be turned into bugs.

He shook his head. "I don't think they were very nice bugs."

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure whose dream was creepier. Thoughts?


  1. I vote for yours being creepier, but I'm not a fan of bugs biting either.

  2. I don't like sticks that turn out to be arms of things that can't really be identified, but I don't like bugs that aren't nice either.

    I think the "creep factor" comes down to that "breathing sound". That is way creepy.

  3. Yeah, I was charging ahead like the Stereotypical Teenager in a horror movie until I put my hand around the stick and it closed its fingers around mine. (The physical sensation was like a small child holding your hand.) That was the part where I completely freaked out.

    Of course, I don't know if that was because I actually freaked out, or because I dreamed that I freaked out, or both...

  4. Wow... Firstborn's dream almost sounds like some sort of insectoid apocalypse. Kinda like a zombie apocalypse, only with insects instead of zombies. Maybe he's on to something.

    AS for your dream .... >>>shudder<<<


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