Nightmares...

It is a recent development, these nightmares...they were random at first and now they have become weekly occurrences, dreams so real...so random...so jarring.

I can't remember some and some I can't forget...no matter how hard I try.
In some cases I end up hurting myself when I am within their grip.

A few nights ago I had a dream where I was being hunted by a group of panthers ( my favorite animal) trying to beat them back with a large stick and then chases up a tree...

then there was the dream I had about a large wasp coming out of a window I broke and landing on my forehead...I had a small seizure, I ended up cutting my face with my nail, and burning my knee on my carpet when I jumped out of the bed and skidded across the floor beating myself in the head to get it off.

here's another good one
The dream setting was in England in a small town...
I lived in a house with many other people...Like a hotel that had been converted into a community home....The strange part is that the town had a tradition to have a parade every evening and one man would carry a lions arm, I was a new comer with my family...and apparently they had a lion problem a long time ago...they where hunted by the creatures, one of the towns people had killed the last one and this was the evening tradition in his honor...

They were wrong...the last ones were not killed and that very night we where hunted in the home by the hungery animals...I went into every room looking for the beasts and had seen one or two...my brother was killed and so were some of my friends...and then..I bumped into the big male...he was perched on a shelf of some sort and began to make his way down it...staring at me....he lurched forward....and I woke up.



The most disturbing one was awhile ago....almost a year and I still recall it, every last detail.
I was going to a church, A large cathedral...there was a priest dressed in all white robes greeting people at the door, the normal progression of the crowd...he had a short black beard and green eyes...As I walked up to him and held out my hand to shake his...I was just about to say hello when he grabbed me up by my rib cage and flew away with me, he growled low and his eyes glowed...I tried to pray, but I couldn't breath...I tried to scream but I couldn't breath....I tried to pull away, but the harder I tried, the harder he dug his nails in me and the louder and angrier he growled...I was confused, I didn't know if he was the devil or if he was trying to exercise me, I was unsure if it was the reason it was so hard for me to try and pray...was it because I was unworthy to pray? I began to slip away...I saw a light in the center of his chest...his eyes burning into me and my fear reaching its peek...I was going to die...I whispered into his chest and said "Jesus...."I screamed "Christ!" I shot up in bed and tried to cry but I couldn't, I still couldn't breath...I rolled over in the dark and pried, I said my Hail Mary's till I finally started to cry.

I am not a terribly religious person...but in my own way I am...
This didn't spur me into going to church every sunday, but it sure as hell scared the shit out of me!

I know that you CAN die in a dream...but your mind wakes you before that point...if you have ever had a dream where you were falling...notice you always wake up before you hit the ground.
It is your mind flipping the on switch because shit got to real in your head.


I want to know why this is happening to me now...my dreams have always been strange but they have never been terrifying...they have been about flying, adventures, hell I even had a dream where I was smoking weed with a big black wolf like dog...but I never woke up crying, screaming, or unable to breath! tell me why in the last year they have become dark like this? Why in the last few months they have become so frequent...I am truly concerned!