Last night I had the first nightmare I've had in a long time. In fact, I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare.
Really, the dream's not very complex. I was in a totally unfamilliar house with a bunch of my friends. I had this bad feeling that something was going to happen if I went to a certain part of the house or encountered a certain person. Just a vague, threatening atmosphere. Really threatening, actually. A friend and I are walking through the house with flashlights. He's on my left, and there are three large doors to a balcony in front of us. He warns me not to go through the one on the right, because in so many words (I can't remember exactly what he said), that's where what I was trying to avoid was. As soon as I started turning towards him to talk to him, I had this feeling of dread, and realized, *he* was whatever I was avoiding. I was immediately, consumed or dissolved, or something, because all I remember was having consciousness for a brief moment after losing my physical embodiment, and realizing that everything was fucked. It was an insane feeling, and unlike most "nightmares" I have, it wasn't really enjoyable in any sense (I usually like when really crazy/scary shit happens in my dreams). Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Or maybe it was just trying to trip me the fuck out. Who knows. After the fact though, I can't say I regret the dream. It was the most impact I've gotten out of a dream in weeks, if not months.