Have you ever had dream/nightmare that was so real you woke up crying?

Hell yeah. I once had a dream that my house was going to catch fire while we were all sleeping, and I once had a dream my sister died and came back to life to finish a week of school and then died again at 2:00am, Saturday morning. They both had me in tears, pulling on my pillow and sh**.

I have woken myself up from nightmares, people dying in them, or hearing bad news in them......but also from kicking my legs, or even waking up from me finishing a conversation that I seemed to continue from my dream, it happens often.

Dreams often signify what our subconscious feels and wants. But yes there are people out there who dream of things that feel so real and actually not to scare you it comes true. Its really your intuition - it tells you to be careful and try to warn you on how you look at things on life and just plainly start to concentrate on your health but maybe it wouldn't hurt for you to start praying. I wouldn't worry but maybe also I would visit the girl's grave but good luck and don't worry but try to pray - praying is good!

Well, shortly after my great aunt got cancer, I had a dream that my mom came home from a doctor's appointment one day and told us that she had cancer, and probably only had a few months. The dream went through that whole time. From that moment until we were in the hospital and she died, and in the dream I was just screaming and crying. The dream ended with me crying myself to sleep, and when I woke up I was still sobbing uncontrollably. Because the dream ended with me falling asleep, when I woke up, I was so certain that the dream had been real that I had to go into my parents' room to make sure Mom was there. I was 11.

The other time this happened was about 6 months ago, right after I went away for my second year of university. I had a dream that my mom called me in the middle of the night to tell me that my brother (who is 18 and a senior in high school) had been in a serious accident and was in critical in the hospital, and that I should come home right away. I live about 75 miles from home, so I jumped in the car and drove home as fast as I could, but by the time I got there, it was too late. Again, I was screaming and crying and cursing and kicking walls and stuff in my dream, and when I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember if it had really happened. Those few minutes it took me to realize it was a dream were (not to get too dramatic here) some of the most horrible of my life. My brother and I are extremely close, and the thought of losing him was more than I could bear.

I've found that dreams seem more real to me if, at some point, I dream about sleeping. That's just an observation I've made over the past few years, but it's a thought.