Quotes About Nightmares

Of all the things you choose in life, you don't get to choose what your nightmares are. You don't pick them; they pick you.

I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teenage beach musical. I almost collapsed during the singing sequence on surfboard. In addition, I suffered through two nightmares last night, one involving a Scenicruiser bus. The other involved a girl of my acquaintance. It was rather brutal and obscene. If I described it to you, you would no doubt become frightened.

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.

They've promised that dreams can come true but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too.

Getting really fed up of not being able to sleep properly. Either wake up and can't get back to sleep or I get really vivid dreams.

Nightmares are just a prediction of what life could be, now when you wake up it's up to you whether to live it or change it.

Those with the greatest awareness have the greatest nightmares.

The flames are burning, you may not see them, but they're ruining your nights. Stop hiding in that broom closet and face your fears.

Gardeners produce flowers that are delicious dreams, and others too that are like nightmares.

But the nightmares were accurate enough: we are like a swarm of mosquitoes, crazy with thirst and doomed to be swatted.

Horror, for me, has to involve some sort of fantasy. Horror is something that is in your dreams or your nightmares.

I never really got nightmares from movies. In fact, I recall my father saying when I was three years old that I would be scared, but I never was.

It seems that everyone has their own inexplicable fear to have nightmares about. We need nightmares to keep ourselves entertained, and fend off the contentment that we all fear and abhor so much.

The fear in my heart was like in one of those dreams where you try to run but you can't do it, you can't run because the fear is an anchor in your chest.

Hours pass as I dream to remember the pressure of finally moving to a state of mind where nothing matters. All around me, we are broken. Craving for hope and craving for answers, wondering if this is the life for us. Like a caged bird forced to consume a life full of nightmares and tragedies on our own. We are broken, without a choice. Left hiding in all the small things that keep us from dying in the darkness of our own misery.

In the fluid world of 1919, it was possible to dream of great change, or have nightmares about the collapse of order.

If only the peace I feel right now could be stored up and released later when cruelty surrounds me in the dark during nightmares.

I feel the heaviness of nightmares even though I am awake. How weary I am, how sleepless and hopeless—there is no escape from the torment of wishes.

People with PTSD cannot find refuge even in sleep, their rest ravaged by nightmares and flashbacks. Their bodies become so overrun by danger signals that they can no longer trust their physical responses for cues as to how they should react. As Cindy described, they go immediately from stimulus to response without being able to think through or often even be aware of what triggered them.

If we didn't have nightmares, we wouldn't wake up every morning chasing our dreams.

Around every corner lurk greasy Fisherman's Platters that give children nightmares, Naugahyde minute steaks that put tofuburgers in a favorable light and all those ubiquitous fast-food indigestion huts.

I walked away exhilarated by my success, because there's nothing like making a difference in someone's life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.

Just to keep the bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.