Writing challenge - Dream Catcher

I was flying through a long hallway full of doors. It’s dark, I recognise my old house. 

There use to be a short hallway that lead from the front door to the kitchen, on the way through the hallway you pass the first bedroom and the lounge. 

This dream seemed to forget that ...

It was just a long dark hallway full of doors, behind each door was a nightmare. This was before I had watched the Dr Who episode where Amy, Rory and the Dr are in some prison ship where their door is their worse fear. 

Another nightmare I’ve had which was located at my old house was I had lost a battle similar to the stick battle in Whale Rider and I got taken away through a jungle that appeared outside my back door. 

I remember when I was a teenager after going to Los Angeles and Gold Coast with my grandparents I had multiple dreams that all took place in this type of park that was like a combination of all the theme parks I went to in Australia and America. 

You’d think since I had happy memories in both of these places at the time that I would have happy dreams of them, but I was wrong.

A log flume roller coaster ride broke down while being chased by lions and crocodiles. I fell to my death in another dream on a different coaster, that coaster was quite cool in a happier dream though; it was so tall you could see th whole park. 

I remember there being a type of mirror maze type of room similar to the mirror maze at MOTAT here in Auckland. I remember going there as a kid and feeling this type of fear when I was there thanks to the fact that I’m scared of corners and mirrors because you don’t know what’s around the corner and people could just appear behind you in mirrors which of course happened in my nightmares.

I remember another dream I had which was located at a camp ground which seemed to be in the waitakere ranges somewhere here in Auckland. It had high ropes and cabins and was always quite dark even during the day in the dreams. The camp was of course haunted. 

I remember the nightmare that made me afraid of heights. 

I use to fly in my dreams, that was and still is a ambition of mine. 

There were tornadoes everywhere, I leapt off a tall building to get to somewhere where everyone was gathered but instead of flying I fell. I remember waking up shaking thinking I had just died. 

I use to be completely fearless when it came to heights, I use to climb trees and go as far up as I could on things just for the amazing view at the top. But ever since that dream I’ve been terrified, I start to shake and sometimes someone has to climb up to help me climb down. 

I remember one dream that really scared me, it sent chills down to my spine. A friend of mine was sitting in a row boat on a lake with my grandmother who passed away in 2006. The dream started off full of laughter and then my friend said the person she was with was my grandmother (for some reason in my dream till that point I didn’t recognise her). I muttered “but she’s dead” and my grandmother turned to face me and had a skull like face with black eye sockets where her eyes were meant to be and I was so scared it jolted me awake. 

There was one other time when I was completely terrified in a dream. Something was after me and I managed to escape the dream by forming a different dream but what scared me the most was that while in the new dream the creature that was after me in the first dream pulled me back to into the nightmare then killed me. I’ve never been so scared from a dream in my life.

I haven’t had a nightmare for quite a while, some dreams are usually with a nightmarish theme where you just feel like something is wrong but everything in the dream is good.

Those were my nightmares from childhood, I tend to remember my nightmares more than my happy dreams because I guess being scared was a bigger impact than being happy?

This was my journal entry for the daily writing challenge I’ve decided to partake myself in; in the hope it will help improve my writing skills.

Thanks for reading. :)