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I've noticed that whenever I'm having a particularly bad migraine, I tend to have horrible nightmares. I'm not sure if it is because of the pain, or the meds that I take for the pain.

I've had this dream from the time I was a girl till even now.

I'm standing in front of a church looking up at the cross on top. I always remember feeling cold like it was the middle of winter even though it looks like spring all around me. I eventually look down at the doors and go in but it doesn't look or feel like a church. The walls are to high and every time I walk it sounds muffled like fresh dirt. When I reach the alter there is this constant dripping sound even though I can't find the source. It gets so loud that it hurts my ears and I start screaming. I put my hand down on the floor at some point and when I lift it there is blood on it... that is usually when I wake up.

I have dreams all the time where pieces of it come true or the whole thing ;0) it's freaky

I used to have snake dreams and ones with me falling out of a vehicle. Now that I take atarax at night there have not been any dreams and I remember last time I took this med I was having dreams and is why I went with benadryl instead.

I went for years as a kid dreaming that freddy kurger was chasing me through the church that i grew up in. every time I blinked I would get flashes of freddy chasing me and every door that I opened there was someone I loved being torroched to death by freddy or they were already dead and they would start chasing me too and blaming me for there horrible death! I went one whole year and never even blinked! I would fight my mom at bed time and I would not stay in a room by myself and when I fell over from exhuation I would sleep maybe 30mins and wake up screaming in hystarical because i thought everyone was dead and going to hurt me..... My mom took me to the pasture she thought I was being haunted by my father who died when I was 5 and when that only made it worse she took me to a child psychologist who I learned very quickly to lie and just tell her what she wanted to hear because no one believed the truth anyways...

I was raped repeatedly for years after my father died but no one ever believed me they still dont!

I dont have the dreams often now but when I do It is much the same way as when I was a child but I have learned not to scream out loud anymore!

I've had my share of nightmares or strange dreams. There's not enough room here for them all, so I'll just post two of the more interesting ones.

When I was a child:
My father used to own a pick up truck. I was riding in it with he and my brother. I sat in the middle seat. We were driving on a major thoroughfare in Hialeah (where I lived as a child). A lot of cars on the road, all the drivers staring ahead of themselves, like robots. Their faces were like stone, looking straight ahead. I looked at my father and brother and they were the same. Upon looking forward, I had seen a huge and bright spherical object off in the distance, that made me think that the sun had crashed down on the earth. I had to get out of there. I crawled over my bro and jumped out of the window of the moving truck. I landed on the green turf on the side of the road and sat up with my arms on my knees, watching everyone drive mindlessly into the sun.

(it doesn't scare me like it used to, now its just feels like an unresolved mystery.)

One from a few yrs ago in adulthood:
It was a moonlit night as I laid on the grass looking up at the stars. I felt as though something were attempting to serenade me to sleep for its own purposes. In the distance there was a group of vultures. One had strayed from its pack and came towards me. He spoke to me in the voice of the lovable villain from the Dark Crystal, saying things like "Go to sleep". I opened my eyes and started arguing with him. I knew that he was trying to get me to go to sleep so he could eat me, and I told him so. He insisted that wasn't his game but I knew he was lying to me. Finally I got tired of the sherade and left. Later on, I was in the apartment with my husband. The doorbell rang. It was the vulture again. My husband got the door and invited the vulture in. He was telling us about how he was my husband's spirit father. I got in his face and told him if he was going to tell more lies then he'd better get out.

(Afterthoughts made me consider he might have been telling a half truth in the latter part of the dream. My husband has an affinity for scavenger birds such as eagles, and I had considered that perhaps that was being expressed in the dream, through the visage of the vulture.)

Hi...I'm new here and came across this post. I have a few dreams that have stayed with me for years but one in particular, I will never forget!

When I was a little girl I had a recurring dream that I was on the back porch waiting for my dad to come up the alley from work. Finally, I see the car coming and it pulls into his parking spot and I ran out to meet him. When I got to the car, he wasn't in it...only his clothes, neatly folded and a skull and crossbones on top of them. They were in the driver's seat.

I had this dream for years, at least 13, and when my father died when I was twenty the dream stopped.

Sally, just want to welcome you to the forum, hope you enjoy your stay!
Rosie

Thanks!