r/Nightmares

Ive never experienced a night terror before but I read they can come from extensive stress. Which is am 100% feeling all the time. Stress, depression, suicidal thoughts. The works.

In the dream I was laying on the couch (where I usually sleep) and my vision was black almost like I was looking through a tunnel. Near the tunnel opening I see long claw like hands scratching at the entrance almost like something is trying to get in. I feel this panic set in as I look around. I can see the couch I am sleeping in and realize my eyes are open (which only heightened the panic) as I try to move i cant. It feels like when your feet fall asleep and it gets all tingly but over my whole body when I try to move. I turn back to the tunnel and my vision goes dark again only being able to see the hole where the claws are trying to get me.

As I try and scream I cant get any sound out. Like when you try and yell super loud but but your voice cracks and no sound comes out. I cant breathe and as I try to move im still locked in place.

The tunnel subsides and I can move again but I never "woke up" because my eyes were open the whole time.

What did I just experience?

I had gone to the school because my younger brother attended there, and tonight was a special event for him. I was just filling a seat for my family, but once it ended, everyone started leaving. I still had a few things to attend to, so I stayed behind. After a while, as the crowd thinned out, I realized I was one of the last people still inside. And that’s when I couldn’t find the exit. I knew I came in through a certain door, but when I looked, it couldn’t find it. So I opened the first door I saw—a stairwell—thinking maybe if I climbed up, I could get a clearer view outside.
As I opened the stairwell door, I came across two boys—they looked just as lost as I felt. Without much thought, we decided to stick together and climbed the stairs. As we reached the top, the school didn’t feel like a school anymore—it morphed. It was like the dark upstairs of an empty apartment —two rooms, a bathroom, small closets. The only light was a single, dim glow from the hallway, barely cutting through the dark. We searched each room—empty, save for a lone bed on the floor, strange items in the closets—but nothing made sense. And that’s when we heard it—a faint crying, a baby crying below us.
At first, we all thought it was in our heads, but we saw it on each other’s faces—we all heard it. So, we went back toward the stairs, hoping to find someone else, but the crying only grew louder, then stopped all at once. We froze in the middle of the stairwell, and that’s when dread sank in—something was wrong, so very wrong.
I hid in a small corner behind a door; one of my friend slipped into another room, and the other hide in my room in a corner, covered in items. I watched through a crack in the door, right where the hinges were, seeing the hallway beyond. Then we heard them shuffling up the stairs—silent at first, then closer—and I saw them. Three men—each more wrong than the last. One impossibly tall, limbs stretched too long, a blank face. Another looked almost human, but a human from the eyes of someone who’d only seen one, once before. And the third—so grotesquely fat, a grin splitting his face.
They began to search. First, they found my friend in the other room. We heard his screams—then silence. When one of them emerged, he was covered in blood—his mouth, his face. And I knew then, that the baby we heard—it was gone, consumed by them.
I stayed frozen holding my mouth. The horribly gluttonous monster began searching our room, and I watched behind the door. We began noticing that his eyesight was poor, and it seems like he relied on his hearing to search. My friend, he found an opening, and he slipped out down the hallway, gone. And seeing that, I knew I had to leave too. As he disappeared, I kept silent, waiting until the chubby one searched the room and left. I thought I was safe—just a moment, a flicker—until I looked again. Through that crack, I saw his eye staring right at me. He’d faked me out. I knew then, if I did nothing, I was going to die. So, I slammed the door in his face and ran—down the hallway, skipping steps, jumping, until I broke through a door and met the cold outside air. Somehow, after walking through the door, I appeared in the backyard of my own home. I had no time to think, everything was wrong and this was just another part of it. I ran, and ran, but no matter how far, I found no one. The world was empty—no one, just me, and the monsters. And still, I ran.

Okay so not that it matters but I’m 27F. I’ve been having the same reoccurring dreams for years, and at this point it’s happening every week or so (it’s been even more often than this before)
Basically no matter what’s happening in the dream, where I am, ect that doesn’t matter, I end up basically getting really really aroused for no reason and almost having sex with someone invisible, it’s almost like they’re the one controlling how much pleasure I’m getting and I’m getting a good amount to where I’m like begging them to enter me basically… and in my dream I give consent even after realizing that it is a demon. Like I’m telling them to enter me… begging.
I’m a Christian and I would never ever do this irl so I don’t understand why in my dream this happens, and it feels like I’m half asleep when it does. Sometimes I wake up so confused cause it felt so real.

There have been times where these dreams have turned really terrifying. Some of them ending with sleep paralysis and a demon in the room with me.

I don’t know what to make of this. I guess it’s pretty obvious but I want to know what others have to say about it. Why is it still happening so much to me?

I can provide with more details if needed. I’ve had a lot of spiritual experiences and unfortunately when I was in my senior year of HS made the mistake of playing with an ouija board… got really messed up from that and prayed with all my heart that whoever was messing with me went away and they seemed to.
Anyways thanks in advance for any insight

Every night i have nightmares... im 22 m and ive been having them every night since i was 11. most nights its the same/ similar where im sitting at the dining room table and in the distance a nuclear bomb goes off, the cloud grows bigger and bigger, till im consumed and burn. but lately there has been a string of much darker dreams that have me genuinely afraid... lately ive had this dream where i get home from work (i work late at night and live in the middle of the woods) and pull up to see something on the window, and the light that my family normally leaves on for me out. i walk up to my door and step on broken glass from the light, i walk inside to see a scene out of every horror movie, my brother dead on the floor with blood trailing to the back, i fallow the blood and it leads to my fathers room, i go inside and he and my mother are cut up on the bed. with an arrow pointing to the hall, i turn back around and go to my other brothers room, TW this next part makes me wake up in a sweat panicking every time... my nephews who are really little both under the age of three, my oldest brother and his pregnant wife are all there on display cut up like a fucking gore movie... I HATE these dreams and will try anything to get them to stop... please help.

so first of all i want to say, that i study goetia, (a magic system thay works with infernals, also know as daemons or demons.)) and glasya lasbolas it's one of the infernals, i don't have contact with them, but just for context.

so for the nightmare, there was alot of random things so i gotta list just the important parts.

that was a woman that came to work at my home, and she died os misterious causes, some time after that, my wardrobe door started to open alone a lot, i got out of the bedroom and when i came back, that was a bizaree creature that looks like babadook, but around his eyes was just meat, he came closer to me with a maniac smile and bloody but large and thin hands, saying he wanted to kill me, i beg him to not do him, snd he gave me five days, and what should i do within this 5 days? doubt, if him was real, if all of that was real, then when he was going out, i asked him (idk why) if was him opening the door before he appeared, he said no, that was glasya lasbolas. (the dameon i mentioned) then, i runned to a fashion departament, and asked my witch friend. (i know her in real life) for rituals, i was told a lot of things, mainly to burn a rose, i shearcrd trought he place then wen i finally founded, i went to my mom, and the creature left some thing wrote on my mom, (i don't remember what) and then i said "i hope he's sympatic with you" cause was a gersl chaos around everyone in the nightmare.

that's all, sorry for the long text, and sorry for any mistake, english isn't my first language.