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I remember once where I turned into a demon or something as an adolescent child. Also weird and different dream, but they felt like they were supposed to be Satan or a stand-in... anyway we fucked, and at some point Santa banged me in a dream too. I should clarify, these last two weren't really a nightmare :3.
More often than not though it'd be sharks, like deep blue sharks. Or some dread of something chasing me and needing to run. Otherwise it's zombies, work nightmares, or flickering lights that signals I'm about to have a bad time. Or final destination esque scenarios.
One that I still remember when I was young was this light passing through the window and having it hit the blinds to create beams of light that moved with the entity. Then the light stops, the blinds open and there's this luminescent floating wraith, onryo, skeletal creature, peering into the room and then without warning, it lets out a haunting wall.
But lately it's been a whole lot of nothing. Last nightmare I can recall was in 2020 and I think I was upset that I hadn't gotten payment for ... Online accounting... from the two final presidential nominees... I think everything happened off screen or thankfully is a blur. Was not particularly fond of it but thought it was funny at least, especially since I wanted my bag.
imo I think my brain was thinking about how fucked I was between the two choices AND I was at the time at a homeless shelter with no real privacy to relieve myself of pent up revolutionary spirits. Other than that idk, they certainly aren't my type. Not like Satan or Santa I guess. 