What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

I married my brother O_O

Keith died in a surfing accident o a car crash x(

It was Doctor Who related. Dx

I was being tortured por the Dalek and the Doctor was nowhere to be found. I woke up right as they dicho "EXTERMINATE."

I was so freaking scared.

When I was younger, probably about 4 o 5, I had a dream that I was playing hide and seek with my sister, who is pretty much my best friend. In the dream, I was in the bedroom that we shared and it was my turn to hide, and suddenly the door burst open with a loud thwack, and a mob of mutants entered the room. The largest mutant, a huge ugly brown thing, grabbed at my chest, pulled out my soul, and stuck it behind a hidden compartment in the muro behind this old pokemon poster we had. So I'm stuck in this compartment, I can see out but nobody can see in, and my soul has been placed in the body of this... mutant rodent ardilla thing. I peek out of the compartment just in time to see the mutants put something in to the chest of my original body and disappear, leaving my body and that thing they put inside it behind. I knew it couldn't be good. Then suddenly, my sister calls out for me, she was done counting. I try to yell for her, but I couldn't make a sound. Unaware, she runs in to our bedroom and says "Ha! Found you!". And my body, no longer mine, reached out and stabbed her 7 times in the chest. My parents rushed in to find my sister dead, and the thing wearing my identity is charged with murder and life in prison. My parents went crazy and killed themselves, and the real me was trapped in the compartment forever. I woke up thinking it was real.
That dream is probably the main reason I hate the number 7...

During my dream, my sister and I were in a bike race. It was the kind of bike that has two seats, and we pedaled in unison. Since it’s a dream, I can vaguely remember the details.

We were taking a break during half-time for the race, when I started to pregunta why she and I were in this race to begin with. I decided it was time for us to head home, but I didn’t know where we were. I had to be strong for my sister. I had to act like I knew where we were, so she wouldn’t be scared.

We headed back to the parking complex where we left our bike, and there was this man following us in there. It was dark in the complex, and I tried to start running with my sister, but he caught us. He knocked me over and injured me so badly that I couldn’t move. Then he killed my sister in front of my eyes. Afterwards, he killed me and I woke up. I felt like a failure. I couldn’t protect my little sister.

And none of it made sense... Typical nightmare.

It doesn't seem scary but it was legitimately terrifying

So I woke up in my room. Everything was exactly as it would be if i were truly awake in the middle of the night, making it seem EXTREMELY realistic. I would get out of cama to do something simple such as go to the bathroom o get a pencil and draw (as I do things like that all the time when I can't sleep), but even though nothing was scary, I would have that same uneasy, unsettling, horrifying feeling that tu would normally get with nightmares. I would see, say, a shape of a figure in the hallways and I would get scared, and wake up. I would go and do something normal again, and something barely creepy would happen, and I would "wake up" again. This went on countless times. I even saw my mom in one of the loops who reassured me that I was awake this time, and I believed her, only to wake up in another loop. This went on forever and I realized it was a nightmare, of course, so I would try to wake myself up over and over using various methods of waking up from nightmares (punching myself in the face, pinching, screaming loudly, that kinda thing) but I just couldn't wake up no matter what I did and it was terrifying because I realized I was trapped in my own head. When I finally woke up for real, it took me at least twenty minutos to convince myself that it wasn't another loop, because each one felt so realistic. In fact, the whole día after that I was still paranoid that I was still dreaming.

Well,when i was about 9 o 10. i was in this strange castle. i ran in each level,till i finally saw it. The creepest sight ever. The butcher. He was..all red skinned and he had a huge axe. Terrifed,i ran away from him. Hearing his thundering footsteps. i ended up in a room,i quickly closed the door. All i wanted was to get out of there,so as the butcher came in,i somehow ran out the room and into another level below. That's when i ran into them. Diablo and..a red man/creature/demon/thing. The last thing i saw was,their creepy faces,and blood. Then i woke up.

Trapped in a haunted house, with zombies for company, no means to escape and I'm mute!!!
But fortunately, it didn't last that long because I woke up suddenly. Always do.

all the af my grandpa clifford hes a asshole