Short Horror Stories

Lucid Nightmares

The story I'm about to tell you, may be disturbing.
For those who don't know what a lucid dream is, it's a dream where you can smell, feel, hear, everything. It's like being in real life, real time, experiencing everything as though it were real, but in a dream, and you can make your own decisions. However, just as there are lucid dreams, there's also lucid nightmares. I'm a chronic lucid dreamer.

I have, on average if I sleep, 30+ lucid dreams in a year. I once had a lucid dream where I was put in a noose that was tied to the back of a truck and they drove down a dirt road. I felt every rock pierce my skin and the rope dig into my neck as I desperately pulled on it to get free, to no luck. I ended up dying when my neck broke and my head tore from my torn and beaten body. There was another one where I was shoved off a building and I felt every bone in my body break and then I was shamed and called weak because I couldn't move, then I got my head bashed in with a rock and I felt every second of it.

Every second of pain was realistic. The ones where I'm being tortured are the worse because they go on for what seems like days. One example is the one where I was chained to the wall and cut up and stabbed and burned and poked with needles and got my skin peeled of bit by bit, my fingernails and teeth being torn from my body with pliers, it's not fun. I remember distinctly this one time I was in a lucid dream and a man in a suit with long red hair slowly covered me in wax, making my skin doll-like and burned. I could feel the hot wax drip onto my arm and scorch my flesh.

I don't remember the man's face, but I do remember his sadistic laugh. I could feel the ropes binding my arms and legs digging into my skin, the gag tied around my head too tightly, cutting my cheeks. I remember him poking me with needles attached to tubes, filling my veins with hot wax as another pumped blood from my body. I felt every bit of it, before finally drifting off, dying, only to wake up, unable to move, my body in excruciating pain my eyes glued closed, or maybe missing. For a second, I'd believed I had woken up and was just so weak I couldn't move, but that quickly changed when I heard him humming a sickeningly sweet tune. I couldn't tell if I was still dreaming anymore.