Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Sleepless Roads, Haunted Dreams Driving Through Trauma with No Brakes and No Answers #45

Episode Date: August 4, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #trauma #haunteddreams #psychologicalhorror #nightdriving #darkjourney   Driving through the endless night, haunted by vivid, terrifying dreams, the narrator confronts deep trauma and unanswered questions. The roads seem never-ending, with no brakes to stop the spiral into darkness. This story blends psychological horror with a surreal journey through pain, fear, and the desperate search for peace amid chaos.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, psychologicalhorror, traumajourney, haunteddreams, nightdriving, darkpsychology, nightmaretale, mentalstruggle, eeriejourney, chillingstory, darkroadtrip, surrealhorror, emotionalhorror, fearandpain, endlessnight

I grew up in a domestic home where my father was addicted to painkillers and a mom who loved me and protected me from it all as best she could. I am a child of four other children 20 years older than me but I was the baby of the family. I was sexually assaulted at 8 by one of my sister's BFS. But that's a story for a different day. Just a bit of a backstory for you here. For the past several months I've had the worst dreams imaginable. torture, addiction, demonic, domestic. Beatings all the way into childhood-trimmed dreams when I was a kid.

Little innocent five-year-old me begging Daddy not to play Russian roulette with Mommy Cause then who would feed me. Love me. The gun clicks and I wake up. Mind you I thought I got past all that. Steady job, car, finances in order. I just don't think about it. It's been nine years since I became an adult and I've accomplished a lot. The dreams all started a few months ago. So horrible I couldn't bear to shut my eyes. Insomnia got the best of me for the first week it had began. The second week I deemed I'd get over it and to keep a journal of the dreams and try to pinpoint what it is or maybe just make it go away by documenting them. They got significant worse. I was desperately pleading for help thought my best friend. She offed some sleep aids.

I tried them. No, they just trapped me into the dreams I thought couldn't get worse. My sister got frustrated I would complain of not sleeping well when asked. I dropped the dream journal and stopped telling people I wasn't sleeping because nobody really offered help anymore just told me to get over it and stop thinking about it that's what give the dream's power. Feeding into it. Thought it was some kind of attention thing. All right. Sure.

I'm quite a few weeks into this now. I average about three to four hours of what I can bear of dreams. Most nights I wake up screaming or crying or in a horrible panic attack. Some night I just don't sleep at all starring at the ceiling. I still drive to and from work. I see things now. I hear things. I imagine animals in the road or obstacles cars slash trucks coming at me.

That causes me to swerve or break randomly. I thought they were real. I have passengers in my car at times. My mom, my sisters, nieces and nephews, sometimes and they panic asking what I'm doing. I hear people calling me in the halls of my bedroom and people standing out the window. While I'm driving, I hear people screaming stop or look out. Then when I tell family and friends what I've seen and hear I feel crazy. I'm not schizophrenic here.

I have a 4.0 GPA I don't think people are out to get me. But when I tell them, they tell me to pay attention and that I'm seeing things and if I'm unstable to drive, leave them home. It's probably just the TVs I hear. Maybe they're right. All the true crime I've watched over the years. Well, I don't tell them anymore due to the huge inconvenience I've become not being everyone's taxi and unreliable for what people. say around me. I got a dash cam though. The dash can't see what I see or hear. That's when I realized my cheese must be sliding off the cracker. I've limited myself from driving unless

necessarily. I started ignoring the obstructions and sounds. Things got better. Or so I thought. I started telling myself I'm too stressed. No, it's something else. Driving home one day my car slammed on the brakes on ice. All by itself. I wasn't in control I didn't do it. My car is dated so mind you it's not fancy. It doesn't have auto braking on ice or any of that crap. It sent us spinning. We spun twice and ended up in the wrong lane facing the oncoming cars and semi. I attempted to start my car. Didn't start. I coasted into the right side of the road and into the right lane. Car started. Semis barreled past. Okay, whatever I slid on ice.

Dash cam showed nothing caused me to slide. We lived cool. Three days later everything was fine went out of state for business. For hours into my drive, every light on my dash pops on. Every single one. Send a pick to my sister she sees it's real. Cool. I decided to not turn the car off due to one.

wanting to make it the destination. Two hours later. On interstate my car slammed on the brakes and sent us spinning again. This time right into the ditch 80 miles an hour. No ice. No snow. Nothing. Okay, two feet from the fence along the interstate I didn't roll and survive cool. Call a tow truck. Everything was fine no damage to car. Drove to destination. Got to a hundred hotel. Shut car off started at all dash light still on cool whatever. Run all errands next morning done. Heading home. End up at stoplight. Solid red. I waited at the stoplight 50 seconds. Light turns green the first drive forward. Passenger says that's red. I laughed and said funny as they don't know my past. I looked up through my sunroof passing thought the green light.

Solid red as I drive though it. How must have been a fast light I said with a chuckle. Wrong I thought when I look in review mirror all cars still sit at red light. How weird okay. They didn't think much of it after I said that. We all run red light whatever. Right after we ran the stoplight all dash lights shut off. Every one of them.

I rewatched the dash cam once I came home to find I've done that many times throughout my time having a dash. I stop at the light image it turns green and just run it and stop signs I don't see them at all. Roads I've driven on and abate since I could drive. I don't think I've mentioned this yet but I'm a poster child. I've never gotten a ticket. Straight A's in school. Graduated. GED and went to collage.

Follow the speed limit use my signals. Home on time. Yeah, I'll drive though a yellow light with. We are all guilty. That's about it though. I've had my license going on ten years. I drive a one owner no accidents. My mom gave it to me as a hand me down from a when she bought it new.

Am I paranoid or is something going to happen to me? I'm going to be oblivious when I just die one day crashing my car. I'm still not sleeping right. Nightmares are still there. I'm not going to a doctor. They will have me put in the crazy house or they will commit me. I don't want medications I'm not unstable that I'm aware of. I work with EMTs and I'm a certified nurse.

I teach. I cook as a hobby. I paint. I don't really know what to do here. Is it the car? The essay when I was a kid. Child trauma. Let me know what you think.

Or just thanks for reading. I might just make this a place to reach out without giving to much detail about my life. But telling stories of my past to see if anyone can relate it. The end.