A massive Pylon the height of the Eiffel tower, i'm at the top of it but inside and i can see my family at the bottom walking away, i'm shouting for them to wait for me but they can't hear me and walk away.

Something called to my mind the photo hitched to Q.

The nightmares I had as a child were about someone breaking in and trying to cut me up with a big knife.

Nothing memorable..I had the usual bad dreams, something or someone trying to get me.... like the MAN!!!!! lol

burglers and fire

I actually dont remember having nightmares...

I had this reoccurring nightmare when I was really young, and I hated it. I was in this place where mostly everything was white, sitting on a yellow park bench. There was a metal wire in front of me with a glass of milk balanced on it somehow. Then, this girl who claimed to be my sister would come by, which is very strange because I don't have a sister. She was kind of big and had long curly hair. She told me to take my pills, while pointing at the glass of milk on the wire in front of me. I didn't want to and always refused, and then got up, bent down to get under the wire and leave. Then my father would ride in with this garbage truck and order me to fill it up. At this point, next to me was a pile of skinned dead bodies, you could only see the muscles and guts and all. I started picking them up and shoving them in the back of the truck, while my dad was yelling at me to hurry up. i remember in the dream how much of a task this was because the bodies were always so heavy and I more like dragged them in then picking them up, and the process was very slow, and my dad wasn't happy about it. But eventually, the truck was full of dead bodies and I couldn't fit them in anymore. I pushed and squeezed them in, and all this blood and people pieces would fall on me, and sometimes some bodies fell out and my dad would have a fit while sitting in his truck. At this point of the dream I was terrified and yelled at my dad that I couldn't fit anymore in. Either the dream ended there, or another garbage truck would appear, and my dad would holler at me to start filling that one up. Even once when I was having this dream, my dad said he heard me in bed and came to see me and I was muttering some stuff about him not wanting to let me pass with his truck. I always thought it was weird because I don't have a sister, my dad was like the nicest man in the world and he was never a trucker. O_o But it's a dream I had more then once, with slight variations.

I had this recurring nightmare that my electricity was out. Nothing ever happened, it's just none of the light switches worked. After a while, I was usually more pissed off then scared, though. "Oh no, not this again!"

Mom coming back to punish me for telling the school nurse.... I had a traumatic childhood. But now that just means, I don't long for days of my youth. I'm fine where I am.