Has anyone ever had a really scary/sad dream that made you cry when you woke up?

Question

Has anyone ever had a really scary/sad dream that made you cry when you woke up?

Answer 1

I think I may have when I was younger, but then again in my childhood I was the only 8 year old I knew that would go to bed at 8 oclock and not be asleep until past 11 oclock.

That and I heard voices.

Answer 2

no, nothing THAT bad, but ive had crazy stuff.

i wrote a poem about this one:

I had this dream...

Where I woke up

To a grand commotion.

And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets

And whipped the door from its lock,

And rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.

But there, on all sides

Lying next to each other

Were rows and rows of executioners...

Some were shirtless and __

And throbbing with anticipation.

Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair

All were hooded

Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen

Others had crudely made hoods

Like scarecrows or ripped ski masks

With slobber from their clenching jaws

And some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.

Each one held a weapon.

Large mallets

Crudely fashioned axes

And large clubs

Pipes

But I wasn't compelled to retreat.

No.

I was forced to move between them.

Past their swinging weapons

The clubs

The bats

The slicing tools

The shovels

The large and small axes

Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them

Taking the beating,

Falling down,

Getting up,

Again and again and again and again

Driven to make it out...

At any cost.

And next,

I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world

Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents.

From above, out on the treetops,

Several dolls fell from the branches

And they were hanging

With nooses made of human hair

They started biting and sucking and trying to feed from me...

Trying to enter my belly and some pushed large needles into my veins and...

And as I looked back, some had nails through their hands, torsos and throats.

I was froze.

Dead eyes...

Carbonized...

As I kicked them away

I could see all around me...

Of piles and piles of dead sea life.

Large fish, smelly crustaceans, __

And their soulless empty bodies whispered

A secret language I couldn't decipher but somehow understood.

And their cries were

"Feed me... feed me..."

They wanted me to devour those around them

Chew them up into pieces

And smear them inside their mouths.

And as I turned around

I could see the shape of a woman

Perfect...

Perfectly erotic

Squatting over a pile of these dead things...

And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING?!"

And she had no face

And she turned to glass

And suddently cracked

And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet.

And just as I took a quick breath,

This world was shoved and desimated

But an intruding tidal wave

Of microorganisms, exploding atoms...

And suddenly moon rose...

Frightened, aching, and alone...

And that's what I remember most...

...The ache.

I can't escape

The ache.......

Answer 3

Many Many MANY times. Just a few days I dreamed my brother was alive and we were having this full-with-laughter conversation, although something nagging in the dream, which remained invisible kept telling me I was only dreaming, because my brother was dead.

I wanted to wave that intruder presence away - for here I was with my brother again.

But finally I must have started to cry while st till in the dream, because I realized that the invisible presence had been all along telling me the truth: my brother was no longer.

I woke to discover myself in a deluge of tears. These so helpless, full of regret and the knowledge that THAT awful fact of his death would NEVER be reversed!

Answer 4

It happened to me once when I was 7 years old. It was a difficult time for me back then cause my parets dindn't get along at all, me and my mom run away from home and started the divorce. My fathers family wasn't at all sympathetic with our situation and tried to make it even harder for us. Because of this one night I woke up crying loudly and trembling and with my hand nervously truing to remove somthing.  I dreamt that my father's sister ( who did not like me at all) kidnapped me and took me at my house and put me in chains in the middle of our yard. I was crying a lot and tryind in vain to remove the chains off my hands.  

Answer 5

yeah, there awfull. They are normal though.

Answer 6

I have had all kinds of nightmares darling throughout my life.

Answer 7

I'll sometimes have dreams about big social mishaps, and they're all extremely unrealistic situations, but stability with my loved ones is the most important thing to me, and I'll wake up feeling really awful, and want to convince myself that the dream was completely untrue. Like, if I dream that my sister dies, I'll wake up and want to go hug her to prove to myself that she's still there.  

Answer 8

This may sound VERY cheesy but I once dreamed of the girl I liked and she was soo beautiful, I had to cry.

Another night I dreamed of the same person and drempt that she hated me.

Answer 9

yes i have

it only happoned once

b4 i went to bed i got in yet another fight with my mom. but i had a dream my mom said some pretty S****y stuff [like usual] like she didnt want me and my dad just stood there and shook his head yeah. and i was running away from home and i went to knock on my bf's door and i forgot he was gone to iraq and i relised i had no where to go no one to be with i had no money and it started to porring rain and i just woke up and i was crying. weirdest feeling because i didnt know you could do that when you were sleeping... <3Q

Answer 10

Yes, at least twice a week.

Answer 11

Yes I have many times =)