It has been a century I woke from a nightmare finding myself in soaked sheets. A week ago I did and how! If I remember correctly, when I used to dream or have a nightmare it contained the following points;
1. it's in color and sound
2. the speed of the dream is normal play
3. the actual dream is big in story and involves often many locations
This time it was totally the opposite. The only line that was unchanged was nr. 1. Yeah, it was in color and sound. But the dream was in slow motion and the so called POV was from the same angle as in anticipation from what was to come. This is the part I hated about it. It stayed for days in my head, keeping my mind busy and wondering every now and then. So let's describe it...

When I logged in in my dream I was in our family's old house where we used to live when I was a kid. The location was the living room and as it seemed I looked outside from where I was sitting through the half open curtains. The room had a dim light and I couldn't see anything outside because of the dark. Strangely enough, as I was watching outside, a great tension was building up as if I knew something very very odd, strange or rather evil is approaching. It seemed time changed into glue and seconds seemed minutes. My breath grew heavier and heavier and my heart was pounding crazy in my chest. I figured it was gonna jump out of my chest any second now. It was indisputable something was approaching. I remembered how I asked myself during the dream how the heck I knew that, hating and cursing the fact I had to live through that moment. Until suddenly something appeared between the curtains. First it was a blurr, so there was no chance I could make something out of it. Then a blurry face of something best described as a whitch with long black hair that reached to the floor floated through the air, through the window towards me. It was just a whitches head (face white as snow) with long hair and no body and dark holes where eyes were! God this totally freaked me out. So that floating towards me took for ages in my opinion, giving me almost an heart attack. I woke, jumped up, leaning om my hands, breathing heavy. I can laugh about it now, but it was no joke when I woke up. Believe me.

Geez. It really has been a long time I dreamt something weird like that. Being a fan of the horror genre a lot passes my iris, but very rarely something scares me to that extent as it did in this nightmare. When was your last nightmare you can remember that freaked you out?