Nightmares & Dreams Anyone?

[Nerwen]

Interesting perspective, alatar.

Now, post- Night of the Living Dead flesh-eating zombies have never scared me at all, whereas I've had plenty of Black Rider nightmares. Yes, theirs is a relatively subtle form of horror, but I find that a lot more effective than gore all over the place.

[alatar]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

Interesting perspective, alatar.

Now, post- Night of the Living Dead flesh-eating zombies have never scared me at all, whereas I've had plenty of Black Rider nightmares. Yes, theirs is a relatively subtle form of horror, but I find that a lot more effective than gore all over the place.

Being chased/hunted to me could be one of those 'common' nightmares that we all have, like being unprepared for a test/presentation. What's doing the chasing may come from what's on your mind that day (or not). Guess that my mind, even in its weirdest state, could never put together a scenario where the Black Riders would want something from me.

Then again, this brain has given me dreams were I was pursuing the 'slasher,' against all reason. "Wouldn't it make more sense to run from Jason? Oh no, that's just what he expects you to do..."

[Groin Redbeard]

Once, I dreamt that I was standing in the middle a huge marsh that was covered with soggy soil and bushes. I was standing there when Orcs poured out from behind some bushes. I didn't have a sword with me, so I ran away. I ran until I found some soldiers of Gondor, and in an instant I was in the midst of a huge battle. I grabbed I sword from a dead Orc and began fighting (not too well I might add).

All seemed to be going well until I heard a Nazgul's scream. I couldn't see him but I knew that he was coming for me. I dropped everything that I was carrying and ran away; I was so shaken up that I was crying. I ran until the bushes hid me from view of the battle. I heard the Nazgul scream again, and all went silent. I hid behind a bush shaking from head to toe, when I heard the *splosh* *splosh* the Nazgul’s horse.

Mist began to surround me, and I stood up to see if he was gone yet. The Nazgul was sitting on his horse staring into the other direction. I tried to run, but I fell down in the soggy ground; the Nazgul slowly turned in my direction and gave those long sighs that that they do in the movies. He screamed as his horse reared on its hind legs; he urged the horse forward to where I was lying, his arms outstretched as if to grab me.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was by far the worst nightmare I have ever had.

[McCaber]

Those Barrow-wights really freaked me out. I must have had at least three dreams of me inside a tomb with a sword over my neck. I still shudder at that part.