The first terrifying dream I can remember was dreamed sometime in the early to mid 2010's. What I remember is being at a black hole and Darth Vader (aka Darth Father) was standing there next to my little sister Karis. Suddenly he pushed her into the hole, and as I screamed "NOOOOOOO!!!" Darth Vader was laughing like an evil villain. After that dream I was sad for at least a week. Poor Karis!
Another dream that gave me quite the scare took place at Shudder Island. I was standing on a volcanic floating tiny island that faced Shudder Island and watching in horror as the volcano erupted. That's about all I remember; not too interesting, but the concept was creepy.
The second scariest dream I've had occurred probably 4 years ago while I was sleeping. I was driving fast on a curve and suddenly flew straight off the curve into the air. Suddenly everything was in slow motion and all I could think in my dream was that it was over, and I was going to die. I flew into the white light, but then suddenly woke up. I opened my eyes and looked around my room, terrified. I sat up and screamed "MOM!!!" but nothing would come out; I couldn't make a sound. I couldn't move, either. I was panicking in my head and was sure I was awake. I think I was partially awake, but my muscles were still paralyzed from the 5th stage of sleep. Not too sure, but it was awful.
THE scariest dream I've dreamed was dreamed this past year at UW-Stout. I was in something like a concentration camp for Americans, and people were being filed in, chained up, to their punishment. I looked over and saw a man cry, "This is crazy! What are you doing?!" This man was then beaten to death. Suddenly we were in an auditorium, and the terrorists threw chocolate kisses at everyone, and if you caught one, you had to be killed. But regardless you had to die, so this was just random. Once outside again, I looked around and saw people trying to run away. I dashed to the nearest house, terrified of getting caught. Suddenly it was my grandma and grandpa Mehlos' house, and I ran up the stairs and locked myself in a closet. There I hid, until I eventually decided to go outside and see what was going on. I look over and see that people are being piled onto each other, tied up, and burnt alive. I watched in utter horror as they began to slowly die. This went on for two days, and on the third day I knew it was my turn. I hid once again in the closet, and I could hear the terrorists outside my door, checking the rooms and talking about how they were missing someone. I knew that was me. I finally made my way to the execution area. My heart had sank and I couldn't believe it was actually over. The guards ask for the person with the last chocolate kiss, and I knew it was me. I cried out, "I don't want to die!"and at this a man stepped forward and said he would take my place so I didn't have to be burnt alive. He willingly stepped into the pile, and as the fire was lit, the people began to sing, "I Surrender All" to Jesus. I looked around and saw some of my friends from my summer mission project. As I woke, I was of course completely overwhelmed. It made me deeply sad, and yet I knew there was truth in it as well.
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