nightmares ( Archived) (40)

ok that sounds about right. so what about find dead people in a lake? or your child getting run over by a truck pulling a jet ski?

Death symbolises the death of something, old ways of thinking, old beliefs, old relationships...

Your son's accident may have been your subconscious acknowledging he is a risk taker, and playing out your fears, or perhaps he has started something new, school, work, moved into puberty,

I dont know his age..

But you have the answers to your dreams....not All are prophetic, but can be if you choose to manifest them

I will hold you sweetheart!! claustrophobia?

I have been told that it is partially that and the fact that I am so afraid of being overwhelmed by everything, I always feel like I am sinking/getting in wayyy over me head (kind of like this house! It is great but did I do the right thing? Is it too much?)

Oh, please hold me!!!!

Sometimes, I write down my nightmares..Like this one..


A Visit To The Halls
by Bobby7

Last night, sleep eluded me, and I stared at four bare walls.
So I let my mind take me away to visit Haggard's Halls.
I knew the paths that I must take, our friend, Paul, showed us the way.
And I knew the risks of going there, and so I knelt to pray.

I prayed the Lord to let me live, and to bring to you this tale.
Then I stood before the great Hall's doors, the moon was cold and pale.
Inside, I heard such cries of pain, and shrieks from untold maimed.
And, from within, I heard a voice that was calling out my name.

The smell of blood and butchery was heavy on the air.
Dare I take the chance, and go inside, knowing well how I might fare?
The Hall's doors slowly opened wide and I peered into the haze.
Then, the keeper of this torture pit chanced to fall within my gaze.

No mortal man; So tall, so dark, with eyes as black as sin.
He howled with glee, and beckoned me; "Well, Robert!... Please step in!".
Inside I saw the cold, dank walls, adorned with hooks and chains.
And heard the cries of endless souls enduring endless pains.

Rats and spiders everywhere, and bloodstains on the stones,
And in every room within these Halls, were piles of human bones.
The cries and moans that filled the air, from victims not yet dead,
Froze my mind, and filled my heart and soul with awful dread.

I wished to run; I couldn't move, I was held by evil's power.
And I felt that I would forfeit life, and be doomed, within the hour.
Then, suddenly; I was awake, and shivering in my bed,
The cries of all those tortured souls still ringing in my head.

But; This was no dream; For I was there, inside those hateful Halls.
And I can tell you, stone by stone, the contours of the walls.
Now I lie here, and shake with fear: There's good reason for my fright.
The dreadful things I witnessed there, have turned my dark hair white!

So, stay away, and save your souls, I warn you; one and all.
I played the fool, and now I pay. Lord, I wish I'd heeded Paul.
So let Haggard's Halls, and our friend Paul, those gruesome secrets keep.

But; Woe is me, I'm oh, so tired,

*Yet,… too afraid to sleep.*

©Bobby7/2006

ok that makes sense. my son is 7 years old. he's been having alot of trouble at school. he has a speech problem and it has affected his reading and writing. and the teacher wants to hold him back this year.

I will hold you and never let go. You are extremely level headed and your instincts about the house were right on...you did the right thing!! Whenever you feel overwhelmed, you can lean on me!

i get a but of a remembrance of my worst nightmare

every time i see my x

worst nightmare i ever had

but just didnt know it was a knightmare till i woke up

In one, I was shot directly in the face by someone with a pistol.
In the other, I saw a few of my relatives hanging on the wall, dead & bloodied.

omg.

Had one as a youngster...

Was 12?

We arrived at the grange hall for the yearly turkey shoot dinner...

We walked to our table, and a man was watching me. I felt icky... He just stared everywhere I went...

I had to use the bathroom.

Went to the girls bathroom, and just new he was there. Was so scared. Next minute he had a shotgun, and taking me to his truck.

He put me in the passengers side. And, for some reason walked around the back of the truck. I jumped out and ran.
He shot me in the back.
Last thing I see is my Mom, family... Just looking at me with no expressions on their faces.
Woke up scared...
Turned out that was the night the Silver Dollar Bar owner was shot to death by his abused wife.

funny how dreams take in some things even while asleep?