Throughout high school, I had dreams that I was pregnant but that no one was really going to take care of me. No one really seemed upset, but I usually ended up going on long, silly adventures with my swollen belly, and certainly no one cut me any slack. A few times, I actually had the baby and woke up soon afterwards.
Later, I began having dreams in which I was attacked or had to defend myself, but I would beat in vain with my tiny fists at my attacker and not be able to fend him off. These were always scary to me.
The most interesting dream thing I can think of, though, happened in college when I was living with my boyfriend. One night we both rolled over asleep in bed and bonked heads. As soon as we did, I saw a flash of a Temple of Doom style place with fire and a giant abacus with red and blue painted skulls in place of beads. That was pretty weird, but I woke up right away and asked if he was ok. He said he was but that he'd been having a nightmare about a hellish world with red and blue skulls on a giant rack and demons running around or something. I swear, when we bumped heads in the night, his dream actually jumped into my brain.
I also used to know someone who got 'night terrors,' which meant that there was a strange and almost inhuman moaning that would come from his room some nights, like a sorrowful dog. I always rushed in to wake him because it sounded like he was in horrible pain. I never asked what he was actually seeing, though. Those were probably dreams better forgotten.
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I've had dreams like the attacker one, too, where somebody would be trying to kill me, and I would keep trying to hurt them but it wouldn't do any good.
This is probably going to be *way* too personal, but...
When I was in high school and having sex, I was constantly worried that despite the fact that protection was used, I was going to get pregnant. Additionally, back then my period was wildly irregular - sometimes I'd get two in one month. Other times I'd go for three months without one. Every time I'd go more than a month w/o a period after I started having sex, I would be convinced that I was pregnant. Then I'd have dreams where I'd start my period, and I'd be so happy and relieved.... and then I'd wake up, and freak out all over again. Of course, I never was pregnant.
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