When I was growing up, there were two different nightmares that haunted me on a daily/weekly basis. The first one was about going into my parents room to discover that they were turned into zombies. They didn't really do anything scary. I don't even think they moved in the dream, but I knew they were zombies and that scared me. Because zombies are like, supposed to be bad.
The Second is illustrated in the above picture. I came across this online a few months ago and it brought everything back. When I was growing up, there was a family of Mexicans that lived in the house next to me. They always had a lot of people over for parties where they played loud polka music. In the dream, there was a carnival going on in their back yard and everybody was going to this booth where you could get your head cut off and put on a shelf. Nobody died from this. They just removed your head, and in it's place was left a red blinking LED. (a little light bulb) The idea was that it would grow back. Everybody was doing it and getting excited about it. It all made sense in the dream. This was probably the most horrifying dream I've had. I also have to admit that a part of me was strangely drawn to the concept and that creeped me out even more. I'm not even going to touch on interpreting these dreams because it all seems too obvious.
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