Tag: dreams

THE NIGHTMARE worth a watch .. maybe not before bed

In April of this year the HORROR REPORT profiled the NIGHTMARE, a documentary film from Rodney Ascher (from ROOM 237).. It’s a series of stories told by people who Ascher collected to tell their tales of sleep paralysis. Along with the verbiage, horrific images of what they saw–documentary style..

The creation is amazing. It’s a documentary but can easily as one of the best horror movies of the year..The hat man. The shadow people.. the beds shaking and the constant state of fear that someone is in when they are sleeping but yet awake, terrified and not able to move.

This documentary can be viewed on NETFLIX right now, and it’s worth your time.. I recommend it, along with a dark room and a cup of your favorite beverage..

I have a story for your as well.. a personal one and one from a friend.

A friend of mine had a night issue of paralysis a few months ago.. He told me about it twice now, most recently just now as I write this post. He was unable to move, but he did not see the shadow man or the hat man. Instead he was awake but could not open his eyes.. or move at all. Just was still, stuck in a night mare.

And me..

Yes .. me

I had my own strange occurence about seven months ago.

I fell asleep early the night I had my issue.. but then woke up only an hour or so afterwards.. when I did, my eyes opened and I was awake. I think. But what I remember more than anything else was the movement of the bed–I felt like there was an earthquake, like the bed was rapidly shaking and violently moving me up and down. But all the while I was unable to move.

Luckily for me the hat man and shadow man and creatures of the closet did not appear. And I hope they never do.

THE NIGHTMARE on Netflix is important. Not only does it offer up entertainment and horror, but it also gives right to an important question: Just what are these night issues when they happen? Why do they happen? And what are they conjuring up? Imagination.. or reality.. One that no one, yet at least, understands.

THE NIGHTMARE gives no answers. But leads to a number of questions that may haunt you before you lay yourself down to sleep and pray the lord your soul to keep..

October 17, 2015
The night terror dog

Mutley the Dog is a good pet. He’s a member of the family. After all, when you bring home an animal from whatever place, whether new or rescued, you welcome into your abode with loving open arms. At least you should. And that is what my family did for Mutley in November 2013.

The Mutley conundrum has been intensifying lately..
You see, he is tremendously nervous, all of the time. He is constantly ready to play like a puppy, but worry like an old aged animal.. He paces around the house when he is alone, does no damage, but anxiously anticipates the master or masterette to be back..

Until recently, he only seemed to be at ease during the night, when the entire family is asleep. Many nights ended with my son Ayden and my dog Mutley crowded in the ‘big bed’ of mom and dad, scrunched into odd contortions as my wife and I attempt to not fall to the floor due to the lack of space.

But that night time portion has changed. His behavior has completely altered since the summer began. He spends some of his time alone crouched under a desk, balled up in a dark room. Then he springs through the house as though he sat on a pile of nails face up. He never sleeps in the ‘family’ bed anymore.. nor does he seem to want any part of anything. Instead he wants to hide most of the night.

Around 3am or 330am each morning–I am not exaggerating–he begins to poke his nose into the bedroom and run around the room like a rabid animal. He quickly jumps on the bed whimpering, nudging his head to look out of the window. When he does this during the daylight hours, it is because he wants to excrete a bodily function. At night, the game is different.

I take him outsides when this occurs–just last night this happened three separate times, 3am, 315 am, and 330 am. And one more time at 450am, hence I am writing this blog post at 510am my time.

Each time he is outside, he stand there still.. Silent.. almost like a stone. Staring at the trees, the sky, whatever catches his eye. And he stands in fear.

This is odd behavior for this dog.
He has been a weird and odd animal since we had him, and thunderstorms don’t help. This newest fearlike mentality has been exacerbated by darkness. And by timing.. The 3am hour..

I don’t know if this means anything more than the pure fact we got a weird dog.
And I certainly cannot figure out what thoughts go through an animal’s head.
But I can tell you with surety: My dog has suddenly changed recently.. to a point where, at night, he has become unrecognizable.

August 5, 2015
Dreams of my readers: Why am I suddenly getting so many messages from readers of nightmares and terrors at 3am? Is it something I’ve said?

The HORROR REPORT posted a few articles recently on dreams, including some personal nightmare scenarios that played out during my own night terror the other evening .. In it, as I wrote, Ebola was rampaging the world, a barroom of children was singing patriotic songs, and I was being warned that either November 11 or November 17 would be dramatic days of change..

Since that time, a few readers responded to me publicly in comments on this site, but also in private in email. One email I got was exceptionally chilling. I asked the person if I can reprint the very short text of his message. He agreed, but asked for me not to use his name.

This is what we will call the dream of a Reader. Take it for what it’s worth:

I woke up in a silver lined casket. It scared me immediately, but the part that scared me more was the noise of horses or other things trampling on the casket above. So I figured I was underground. However, I noticed the lock on the lid of the coffin was unhinged, so I pushed it open. When I did, I saw children being rushed into a large van. The van appeared to be driven by people who actually looked like ISIS fighters. The militants had taken over my town. There were also people convulsing, others were bleeding, and there were animals being sacrificed in a large bonfire. The part that made things the scariest, and what woke me up immediately: American fighter bombers were dropped nuclear weapons on the United States. We were all dying.

The dream went on to speak of his rush to escape. He wrote to me that he woke up. When he did, the first thing he did was look at his clock. It was 3:33 AM. The witching hour shows up again.

Thank you to this reader for sharing.

And I hope the nightmare will just be confined to the reality of someone’s nighttime imagination, not the daylight hours of reality.

October 10, 2014
RED MOON DREAMS: NIGHTMARE DURING A LUNAR ECLIPSE

From time to time, when a dream warrants some form of attention, I will speak of it, write it down, and use this venue as the means of broadcasting the information. While I don’t think any person truly can prognosticate the future, I do believe that often times the bumps in our night are caused by some form of knowledge that is either suppressed during our daylight hours, or foresight into the future. With specific dreams, those that mention names, or dates, I think there is something more to them. Enough, at least, that it a record of them should be kept..

One such dream, perhaps a night terror in a sense, happened to me last night. I woke up around 3am–that witching hour I have written about before–from a dream. I immediately typed down the dream on my phone to keep an account. But I didn’t forget it, even with a few more hours of groggy sleep.

In my night vision, I was cruising through town and ended up at a dive bar, one I haven’t been to in real life for a long time. I told my wife I was going to the store.. So when I was at the bar for a bit of time, the odd man out in a shirt and tie, she called me asking where I was. I said I’d be home, and that I would bring chicken wings. I guess even in my dream I knew I had to make it up to her not coming home from work immediately afterwards.. Nonetheless, the spirit of the bar suddenly changed from backwoods biker bar to a family oriented patriotic place. For some reason, the crowd, watching television of some sort of event taking place, began singing the Star Spangled Banner. Right after, another group of people started drunkenly but proudly singing God Bless America. I did not join in the singing, instead I recall a desperate attempt to find out what was on television and why the singing was gong on. Suddenly, without notice, co-workers of mine were there. After a bit of meandering around in dreamworld, I found myself sitting at a table with them slowly nursing a beer. The television was off.. a co-worker told me “We need to be prepared for what happens in November.” I looked at her knowingly and agreed, though in my dream, we had two separate dates. I said this ‘event’ would take place around a patriotic holiday. She said it would be November 17. Just then, I was put back in my home town of Centralia at my Uncle Andy’s home. A white van drove up the mountain and contained a female American doctor who had Ebola. She was infected and the United States was attempting to drone strike her … she parked right in front of me.. A drone strike was imminent.

I woke up.

And when I woke up I suddenly realized something strange about that date debate my co-worker and I had during the dream. She said the ‘event’ of whatever type would occur November 17. I said no, instead, it would fall on a patriotic holiday.. Perhaps that means November 11, Veterans Day..?

I present this to you with a asterisk: That caveat is that this was a dream. Only a dream.. We can often look far too deep int he dream dictionary and try to suggest to ourselves meanings to what we see .. But it was still a dream.

However, as mentioned in the first paragraph opening this post, when a dream is specific like this, I feel the need to document it, date stamp it, and present it.

Discern accordingly.

Interestingly, as I dreamed this, the red moon was rising as the lunar eclipse was taking place.

October 8, 2014