I'm not sure that you would call these ghost stories in the strictest sense of the word, but they do fall into the weird Halloween Paranormal-ish experience.
While I have very vivid dreams, I don't have bad ones often. A bad dream for me is getting into an argument with someone. If a 'bad guy' is chasing me I can usually alter the dream so they either aren't bad or I can fly or somehow eliminate the threat.
I don't have nightmares though. Never have. Right after high school my best friend and I had started playing with the Ouija board. I didn't know anything about it back then, it was just fun. My mom had even planned to use it with me one night but I got one of the worst stomach viruses I've ever had. (coincidence?) By the time I was better, Mom's days off were over and she had to go back to work so we never did get the chance to play with it together.
Not long after we started playing with the thing, I started having HORRIBLE nightmares...all centered around the Ouija board. Mostly, I was haunted in these dreams, but the worst one had a portal open while we were playing with it and there were these terrifying creatures trying to come through. Finally, in the midst of this dream, I promised never to use the board again. The dream stopped right then and I never had another one. But then, I've never used another board again either.
A few weeks later, I flew to my sister's house for a few weeks. My brother called me all ticked off asking what I'd done with the planchette (the part that moves around)--it was missing. We'd had this board for more than ten years and it survived three major moves. It had been in its box in my closet before I left, but when he went to retrieve it, the only thing in the box was the board...the planchette was gone and we never did find it.
The only other moderately distressing dream I ever had was years later, after I was married. I don't remember WHAT I found disturbing, I just remember feeling very stressed and scared.
In the middle of this horrible dream, the brightest white light appeared. Immediately, I was calmed and reassured. It was the greatest feeling of love and acceptance I've ever known. And then, the light told me what my purpose was--why I was here. It made complete and total sense. But when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything but that overwhelming feeling of love. I really wish I could remember what my purpose was...so I could see how I was measuring up!
When I was visiting my sister on the trip I mentioned above, I would say over breakfast every morning, "I had the weirdest dream last night" and I'd crack everyone up with my strange imagery and antics. One night in the middle of an odd dream, I crawled into a sleeping bag in the middle of the desert and had another dream (Inception anyone?). In this 2nd dream, my grandpa (who had died 2-3 years before) came to me SMOKING and warned me about potential problems with my dad. We got a good laugh out of this. My grandpa had been a Methodist minister and certainly didn't drink or smoke or do anything like that.
Once I flew back home, my other sister took me aside and mentioned some serious things going on with Dad. When I mentioned the dream to my mom, she told me that her father HAD smoked a pipe at one time and that he sometimes admitted to missing it.
I'm going to try really hard to compile the Worst Day Ever entries this weekend, so if you haven't sent me an entry yet you still have time! Send me a real or fictional account to MissVSpeaks(at)gmail(dot)com.