So last night I dreamed of a terrorist attack. There were two terrorists in the city, apparently, and they were killing everyone they saw. Heck, I even remember their detailed faces, tho they weren't some people from real life. The first one was a tall girl with curly hair caught in a ponytail, dirty clothes, a scarf around her neck and a gun. The second one was shorter, tho idk if it was a girl or a guy. They wore a large hat and really thick clothes, and also posessed a gun.
I remember everyone in the city was hiding in their homes, locking the doors and closing the windows, hoping to survive. The police had been called, but they were looking for the terrorists to no avail. I was wandering around the house in fear, while my family was constantly checking every lock on the doors and every room and making sure it's secure.
Suddenly I open the door to the living room and see the tall girl standing in front of me and pointing the gun at my face. She screamed "STAY STILL!". I freaked out and slammed the door on her then heard a shot. She missed me. I ran into my room and hid behind the closet, and remained there for a certain amount of time. Later on, for some reason, I went into the living room again and saw the shorter guy/girl, who also did the same thing as the first person. Again I slammed the door but I don't remember what happend next. All I know is that I survived the two shots without a scratch, phew *-*

Last night I had multiple nightmares. The first dream started with me in a really dark room. Everything was pretty much black. I heard some crying noises and attempted to move, but it was like i was glued to the floor. i couldn't move any part of my body. A woman's voice whispered "help me.." then i heard another cry and everything went silent. then i heard another voice, this time a kid, screaming and crying. I tried to speak but i couldn't. i was completely frozen. i felt a strong desire to help whoever was yelling, but the fact that i couldn't do anything was killing me. I woke up with a feeling of betrayal and anger, i wanted to smash anything near me. but i calmed down and fell back asleep.

the second nightmare was about me comforting my mom, who was crying. i literally did everything i could to stop her, but she just kept going on, covering her face with her palms.
i'm not sure how, but after that i ended up fighting a tall, dark silhouette. i threw punches and kicks at it, but it dodged every time. i really wanted to destroy whoever that was, i could have given my life just to see them dead. eventually it grabbed me and threw me against a wall. when i got up, i felt the room getting smaller and smaller, slowly trapping me between the walls. i felt like i was losing my breath. before i woke up sweating, i saw my mom's face again. she looked disappointed and upset, as if she expected me to defeat that guy.

Several years ago when I was younger, I dreamed that my mother and I were walking through the a forest and were suddenly attacked. My mom ran ahead and abandoned me. I was a lot younger when I had the dream so I was kinda crying and calling her name but she just left me to die. I woke up just as I died in my dream. Yeah... Kinda left me spooked for awhile. It got bloody even though I was really young.. I still remember it.

my worst ones were learning to drive a car, crashing into a stop sign, and waking up in the hospital realizing my whole family was killed

another was that my pe teacher gave us all shots in 6th grade

my last one was that i was covered in blood and i was in a dark room, i looked around and saw people dead, all of them my friends, i looked down at myself and saw that i was holding a knife and i realized i murdered them

the last one was the worst definitely