I've literally had nightmares every single night of my life for as long as I can remember. I don't even know which one I'd consider the scariest.

There were the recurring demon possession nightmares throughout my life. They started when I was pretty young. I'd be minding my own business, usually indoors, then I'd start to feel an ominous upward pulling sensation and I'd start floating upward and I'd get bent backwards almost in half and wake up with my back arched and in excruciating pain, like a charlie horse in your leg, but in my back. As I got older I learned what the upward pulling feeling meant and I'd try to run away, but it was no use. I would start begging anyone nearby in the dream to hold me down and not let me float up, but everyone just thought I was crazy.

I had recurring nightmares as a child where I'd hear an alarm go off while I was playing in my backyard and run for the house but be unable to touch the doorknob. Then some aliens would throw me in a cage and I would wake up being sewn up on an operating table. I would be so scared I would just thank them for sewing me up, afraid if I didn't act grateful they would do something worse. In one such dream, I came inside afterwards and my sister laughed at me and said that if I kept letting them take parts of me, soon there would be nothing left. This particular one stopped after I actually made it inside in time once, and found my mother on the phone, calling the aliens to come get me.

While I'm on the note of dreams where my family was doing something fucked up, I dreamed once when I was about 8 that I found some baby rabbits in the yard and picked one up to play with it and it disappeared, and some guy with a crossbow in a ranger's outfit came up the driveway and told me I'd killed it and I would have to die as punishment. I tried to run away, but he shot me in the back and killed me, and then my ghost followed him into the house where he broke the news to my parents and they said that was fine and they didn't care.

There was the one I had about that same age that sent me hiding in my mom's bed the one and only time ever, where I dreamed I answered the door to find a strange man with a large dog at the door, and the dog lunged at me and bit my kneecap and proceeded to eat me as I tried to crawl away into the living room where my mother was on the phone, and she just casually complained to whoever she was talking to that I was being eaten and making too much noise. After there was nothing left of me but gore, my sister came into the room and just commented, "Eww." I was dead, so I couldn't see her, but for some reason I could still hear. I'm still afraid of dogs.

I've dreamed about everything from demons coming out of the closet to being hunted to dying in car accidents that I rewind and replay again and again as though I think I can prevent it, but don't, to freaking armageddon, complete with Satan the size of a city flooding the world and rising out of the ground to grab and throw people while laughing maniacally.