I have four that I can think of, and they are all from my childhood. As I've become older, I seem to have less exciting dreams. Like last week I dreamed that I had no emails when I started working. Or another day, I dreamed I went to the grocery store but didn't get anything I meant to get there (or maybe that was real). If any of you armchair psychologists would like to take a crack at analyzing me, have at it. I'd venture to guess it's pretty easy to see what was up, though.

Electrified Snakes Coming Out of Doors

As far as I know, I've only had this dream in two places; the second home my family ever lived in, when I was around ages 3-6, and my grandparents' house. The story is that I wake in the middle of the night, for some reason I absolutely have to get to my parents/grandparents, and as I get closer to the door, snakes start coming out of the doorknob and they are glowing with orange electricity. If I run back to my bed, they retreat.

Because I desperately need to get to my parents/grandparents for some reason, though, I know I've got to make a run for it. I do, and in between their bedroom and mine, the snakes catch me - coming from both my door and theirs - and basically strangle me and electrocute me at the same time. I woke up choking.

Granny ET

Another starts out with my grandmother reading books to kids in a bookstore in a mall. She beckons me to sit closer to her but I won't. Each time she looks at me, she becomes more and more like ET, and eventually stretches her neck out and just starts screaming in that terrible ET way.

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I have never seen ET all the way through. It's also worth noting I have never been afraid of this grandmother; she's always been the gentlest person in my life.

They never should have let me watch Twister

I'm in some podunk farmhouse, I dunno made out of mud or some shit, with no windows or doors - just holes. It's just me and my toddler sister in the house, a tornado comes and we have no shelter. It flat out sucks me out the window - she manages to stay in, somehow - and I go flying around in a tornado and wake up crying. Oh yeah, and when I say wake up crying, I'm like, solidly in high school at this point.

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Appropriated Nightmare

Ah, Catholic School. Basically a nightmare factory! Background on me which I think gives some context: I had very little religious education until my mother panicked and decided we were Catholic when I was 10. You see, I had always taken it as a given that all the Christianity stuff was truth, because the version of it my parents told me was so diluted and easy to deal with. When I got exposed to the less palatable stuff, I believed it too, but hadn't yet built up a bullshit meter or a tolerance for the horrors that lay in the Bible.

So you'll understand how when a teacher tells me that she dreamed of Satan on a regular basis, it terrified me quite a bit. What terrified me extra was that these dreams changed, and she told them to us on a regular basis. She framed this not so much as she was having a dream about Satan, but that Satan was coming to her in dreams.

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So, Satan started coming to me in dreams. There was one particularly visually scary one she told, where she'd caught Satan trying to kidnap her infant. So, I repeatedly dreamed that Satan was trying to kidnap my baby sister. What scared me so much was that I had an idea what I thought he looked like, and it was scary, and I looked into his face every time.

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What terrors have repeatedly befallen you in your sleep?