I haven't had a nightmare in, oh, something like 8 years. I remember the last one I had though. I was walking through my house, now deserted and dark, as some kind of police investigator. The reason I was there was to...investigate something.
As I entered the living room, still dark, I saw a hunched over monster on the far side of the room. It looked kind of like gollum from Lord of the Rings, only it was covered in long scraggly hair. You would think it was seaweed. I was filled with intense fear and that rush in your chest you get when you're in fight-or-flight mode. The creature turned its head and looked at me with bright yellow eyes.
And then I wasn't the investigator anymore. Right then the dream changed perspective and I was the monster. The investigator ran out of the house and I stood up and walked hunched over through the hall, with my hand on the wall. I tried to scream, but like most dreams it's hard to scream when you want to, and slowly banged my hand on the wall until I made some kind of sound.
Then I woke up.
I like to think I scare all prospective nightmares away.
