These nightmares are like a game to us, with different levels.  We summon these monsters, these demons. And they looked like humans.  But without souls.  It could not see, but it could hear.  All you can do is hide, and dearly hope it does not find you.

    It's massive body, three times our size, crawled on all fours, it listened.  As you prayed for God to save you, it didn't matter, you yourself turned away from Him.  Too proud, you were placed in a world with no salvation.

    It didn't hear you, but you screamed in your head.  It's bound eyes turned, it knew, perhaps by smell, or just merely to deprive you of any hope.

    You crawl away, halting every breath.  Suffocating amongst your fear, heart beat upon heart beat, with no stop.

    Your hand doesn't slip, your breath makes no sound, and yet just as you turn that corner, there he is; Staring directly into your child-hearted grasp for any freedom or savior.

    You had forsaken yourself, and here was your end.  Met by the bare toothed grin of the Fleshsin Growler.

    But alas, you awoke.  For nightmares are only nightmares while you innocently believe they are not true.  We will forsake ourselves as long as we must, to deprive oneself of everyday's sorrow.