by jayus » Wed Jul 31, 2013 4:32 pm
Heyo! I'm pipsqueak99, and this is Fiddler.
I actually got the name from the movie "Fiddler on the Roof". It's a great movie. One of the main characters has a bit of a dilemma, though. He arranged his daughter's wedding to a butcher, but then later said she could marry the man she loved. In order to convince his wife of the pairing, he made up a nightmare. In his "nightmare", his wife's grandmother (whom was 30 years dead) appeared and told him that his daughter had to marry the tailor instead of the butcher.
Worst nightmare?
I'll spare you the tale of a nightmare from when I was young. It seriously wouldn't scare anybody. (If you really must know, the Wiggles kidnapped me, and Barney was their ringleader, and Batman rescued me, even though I've never watched Batman.)
But here's one I had last year.
Note; all people who die in this are actually alive in RL.
We were coming home from my great-grandmother's funeral in Los Angeles. She had been killed in her sleep by a heart attack. Any who, it was really sad. In the way home, we passed Disneyland like always. But something had changed. I had to go to the bathroom, so we decided to take a pit stop and go check it out.
We pulled up into a parking lot, and saw a train station being built where Disneyland used to be. That alone is sad enough. While it wasn't quite finished yet, the bathrooms were.
My dad and I had to go to the bathroom, so my mom and three little brothers stayed in the car.
The line for the toilet was huge. Just as I walked into the ladies restroom and my dad walked into the men's, I heard a train. It sounded wrong.
I looked back, and saw a trading coming into the station at full speed. People were screaming and running away. I opened my mouth to say my most common statement when accidents happen- "That doesn't look good."
But it never happened. The train derailed, and flew up over my head and crashed into the bathrooms. The damage ended less than an inch from my toes.
You would think it would and there. Unfortunately, no. I never cut my dreams short, unfortunately.
Instead, I have time skips.
It time skipped to a funeral. My dad's funeral. We started by walking into the newly refurbished train station bathrooms. Next, we proceeded to a very long staircase that ended on top of some clouds. My grandfather had swam in the Olympics for Hungary, and apparently my Dad was some sort of prince because of that. Anyways, we dropped his casket off the clouds, and that was that.
It wasn't horribly terrifying, but it was a tragic dream for me. I woke up bawling.
(If you want retrying, my most terrifying was I was suspended over a pit, and the rope was starting to break, and lots of people were throwing up into the pit. I'm afraid of falling, and I'm emetophobic, so that scared me to no end.)
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jayus on Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:10 am, edited 4 times in total.