Have you ever encountered a PRIMAL fear.

I guess it wasn't all that bad in hindsight, but when I first went to college, I got an apartment instead of a dorm (my school rented out apartments. What I had assumed was a little apartments building a few floors high, what I got was an apartment on they 47th fucking floor of this massive building. I'm pretty scared of heights, so I was really uncomfortable they entire time I was there. It was in downtown chicago too, so late at night, you'd hear they windows shake and they windows screaming like it trying to call me out or something. It was safe to say, I got less sleep than what I usually did.

Closest I ever came to anything like that was walking in a park near New Orleans. There were gators in the water around the path but the water was covered by tall grass and like lillypads so you couldnt see anything but green. I heard a splash from right next to me, had a flashback to the number of times I've seen specials on how fast a gator can attack from underwater, then ran like hell.

The way one of my friends put it describes it best

I'm careful around anything that can think for itself.

Mine was mostly a dream, I've mentioned it a few times on here way back when. Basically I was dreaming someone had me bound, blindfolded, and gagged. The guy was laughing and I was screaming through the gag - but apparently I was actually screaming in my sleep too. I was at my Nanny's and actually slept on her bed because I went in there after she did due to not being able to sleep on the couch with my brother watching TV. She shook me awake but her room was so dark I actually thought I really had been blindfolded and let out a blood curdling scream. My nanny about fell out of bed then trying to rush over to turn the lights on and just screaming at me to calm down.

I was shaking for a good 20 minutes before I could calm down. Though to this day I was surprised at how I sounded, it was one of those screams you only let out if you're truly horrified and about to be killed.

But yeah ;| I do weird shit in my sleep. Fpod's been at the expense of it a few times.

My fear of seeing a person die in front of me.

Heck it was just a normal day of my daily routine(or so I thought). It was my free time and during free time when I don't surf the net I usually go to random places either with or without friends(cuz they're sometimes busy). So I was just about to board on the bus when I heard three gun shots in the near store, I was like "WTF", saw people screaming and running away, then two guys with masks on ran outta the store hopped on a bike and drove off, after about a minute a guy covered in blood came outta the shop begging anybody to help him and just suddenly dropped dead. Then the police came...when everything was over.

I can tolerate seeing blood and intestines or body parts on shows or T.V. but damn that whole time of about two and a half minute I was pretty much pale and couldn't think right.

This happened about 8 months ago, police never caught the suspects, was said that the guy who was killed used to be in a group who planned a robbery but backed-out so was killed by his former "peers".

does that mean you arent afraid of gays

Primal Fear, yeah, I think i've experienced it before. Mostly in situations where I almost witnessed the death of somebody or something. As a child my younger cousin nearly died when she shambled across the road. Semi truck was flying down a road it shouldnt of even been on, rest of the family was being ignorant little gossips and not watching their daughter. I ran after her. From what i've been told, I had yelled out and flew at her, picking her up and jumping out of the way, although the truck still hit my left leg and spun me through the air into a ditch. Woke up in the hospital.

Another occasion, I was going slightly over the limit on a suburban street, throng of deer come flying within ten feet of my vehicle across the road, knew the brakes wouldnt stop before i reached them so swerved right and stopped just in time to avoid losing my ride into a river.

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Fear of being utterly lost.

Though I've been around the world to many countries numerous times with my family and friends, last summer I went to Rome for a month with a faculty-led college program for art history.
I am fine with flying alone, and so that was no big deal. Got a taxi from the right place as instructed when I arrived, worked fine.
Told the driver where to go with my instructions I'd printed with an address and map, and we drove into the city.

He finally stopped outside of what didn't seem like apartment housing (that we were to be staying in), but rather a large entrance to some private apartments. He seemed to be saying (in Italian/English) that this was it.
It clearly wasn't, as I tried to enter but it was shut.
I almost freaked the crap out. I felt so scared for the first time in my travels!

Luckily, there was a cafe next door who I showed the address and map thingy too, and they instructed the driver that it was merely up a street right across the way and north a bit; it just had a similar name!
I was sooooooooo happy for the kindness of strangers that day, but I almost lost it for a minute in sheer fear!

That would be pokemon once you take off the rose coloured lens.

Let's say you're a young, aspiring zoologist from New York City. You have traveled the world researching all kinds of wildlife, and now you are on an exciting week-long trip to the Galapagos Islands doing research on several one-of-a-kind species found nowhere else in the world. On day three, you are following the coastline observing the migration and breeding patterns of marine iguanas and local jellyfish species when suddenly, out of nowhere, you encounter this...THING. It's 10 feet tall, it doesn't even have a recognizable anatomic structure, and everything close to it becomes a distorted mess. As you stare at this thing, horrified, it lets out a roar that sounds like a dog getting run over by a car that just got smashed by a piano dropped from a crane that broke after getting hit by a meteor with one of Bach's Violin Concertos playing in the background. Terrified, you use your emergency tranquilizer gun and miraculously it works. You gingerly walk up to the thing and take a DNA sample to analyze at the lab later, and try to go to bed that night hoping you NEVER see that THING again. The rest of the trip goes well, although you find yourself subconciously avoiding that coastline you were at earlier. At the end of the trip, you're on a plane heading back to New York, and everything seems to be back to normal, when suddenly, just as the plane is landing, NEW YORK CITY BECOMES A MASSIVE JUMBLED MESS. The skyline looks like something Van Gogh painted after taking a s***load of crack, and there's a loud, cacophonous wail in the air which sounds like the apocalypse and can be heard over the roar of your planes' jet engines. You look down at yourself—your hands start to twist into spirals or de-resolute right before your very eyes. Trying to escape the insanity, you hail a taxi, which by the way now looks like a cross between a Galapagos tortoise and a hamburger stand, and head out to the country, only to find that now you're in farmland, and EVERY ANIMAL YOU SEE IS ONE OF THOSE "THINGS." Not only that, but many of them are even more messed up than the thing you saw back in the Galapagos Islands, including some that are over 80 feet tall and can do such things as screw with physics and stop time.