Quotes About Nightmares

Those other 10 o'clock shows that come on, all you get from them is headaches and nightmares when you go to bed! At least we give you food, know what I mean?

I have a lot of nightmares.

I still have nightmares of dead comrades, a long time ago, talking to me. 'Emmanuel, don't forget about us, don't give up, keep telling our story.'

When our band took off, we were all in this microcosm of a hurricane or whatever it was. It was a crazy, crazy dream come true with nightmares floating around it, and all sorts of stuff was happening, and my Crohn's was happening.

As much as I dream, I have nightmares.

Any situation where I feel like people are looking at me and I've got to speak is the kind of thing I have nightmares about.

I still have dreams about Hillsborough. Well, nightmares, anyway.

I do sleep next to my makeup because I don't want any makeup nightmares.

All the nightmares that had ever plagued a woman alone in the dark loomed in her mind.

This was a house of foul breath and bad dreams.

En el mundo hay algo peor que el Terror... Hay sueños que se vuelven realidad.

Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.

I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life.

Oh, con qué lentitud corren las pesadillas!

All I ever had before you was nightmares. But now I dream. Because of you.

McMullen came out of Japan racked by nightmares and so nervous that he was barely able to speak cogently. When he told his story to his family, his father accused him of lying and forbade him to speak of the war. Shattered and deeply depressed, McMullen couldn't eat, and his weight plunged back down to ninety pounds. He went to a veterans' hospital, but the doctors simply gave him B12 shots.

The time had come, Sean determined, to face the woman of his nightmares, of his dreams.

Even if he got in bed, there would only be twisted sheets and damp pillows as he thrashed and sweated out all the hours of the dark.

Many a morning I found myself waking up in America and being surprised to find myself in a bed. I had been having nightmares all night long, and I didn't know where I was. It would take me awhile to adjust, because I couldn't believe I was in a bed. What was I doing in a bed? After the war I never slept more than three or four hours a night. In

It's the bad place I always come back to in my dreams.

The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L'écrivain rêve éveillé. Le tueur cauchemarde éveillé)

can see back to very early days indeed, when my bad dreams—they were frightful, though my more mature understanding has never made out why—were of an interminable sort of ropemaking, with long minute filaments for strands, which, when they were spun home together close to my eyes, occasioned screaming.

Scorpions are a mix of lobsters, spiders, wasps, and nightmares.

Then I reminded myself that all intelligent children suffer bad dreams.