Nightmares- What is your most memorable one

I have had several of those. I don't really remember the ones that have woken me up, luckily. However, there is one that repeats itself and has since childhood. It varies a little bit each time, but it seems to recur atleast yearly. I am in a church. It's a large hall with many pews and pretty stained glass windows. It's daylight outside but dark in the church. I am standing and talking to people when he walks in. I don't like him. There's something about the way he carries himself that bothers me, as if I sense some kind of malice beneath his facade. He's talking to me but I am frightened. I know who he is and that terrifies me even more.

@ramapo17 I often dream of a dilapidated house that is haunted.I enter the house and strange and eerie things start taking place.It is not easy for me to to describe what happens then,but I often dream of that haunted house.

Shark eating my torso...and me staring at its eye as if it were a rubber eye...darned thing keeps on repeating itself.

No dreams no nightmare.Just sleep

My most memorable nightmares happened a long, long time ago... The first, when I was about 12 years old....I dreamt our house burned....lists of little odd details. The second one, I was about 35 years old and dreamt that my daughter had drowned in the bathtub. Both were vivid and even years later I can describe them in great detail.

I have had nightmares occasionally like feeling helpless in the face of danger though I cannot recall the details now - siva

Yeah, I had one like that last week. Fortunately, I don't seem to have nightmares often.

I have in the past. Not too much now.

When I was about four or five years old, my brother and I shared a bedroom together and we had bunk beds. I slept on the top and he slept on the bottom. One night, I had a dream that the devil came for me, but I fought with him to keep him from taking me. The nightmare fight in my bed went on for some time, and finally the devil gave up and said he was going to take my pillow instead. He started pulling it right through the middle of the mattress as he was descending back into Hell, and I was grabbing the other end trying to stop him from taking it. Finally, I lost my grip and away he went with my pillow. I woke up screaming, and my parents came running in. I told them what happened, and that the devil took my pillow because he couldn't get me. I then freaked out even more with the lights on, because my pillow was actually missing. My parents, perplexed, started looking around the room, and eventually found my pillow underneath the bottom bunk where my brother was sleeping. That dream still freaks me out to this day. How in the world did my pillow get all the way down from my top bunk to underneath my brother's bottom bunk? It still gives me chills.

I had period in my life when i had dreams every night that I will die. Somebody trying to kill me, terrorists coming, or having a deadly disease... But it stoped.