I had a nightmare last night.

It was rather interesting, actually. It's odd how the dreams I remember are the ones that scare the crap out of me. But I guess fear is a good way to stimulate the brain. I don't remember all the small details but I remember being scared. I remember how it felt when all hope was stripped away and I remember how it felt to face death.

For some reason this lady was after me. I had done something wrong, or said something she didn't like, I'm not quite sure which it was. All I knew was that she wanted me dead. So she chased after me, swimming through this dreadfully dirty lake. There, my perspective changed and I watched as she swam, slowly being eaten by the leeches. But her desire to kill was far stronger then that of the leeches. After swimming across the lake she proceeded to chase me down.

Now I'm not quite sure exactly how she planned to kill me. She didn't have a knife, a gun or any magical powers of any sort. In fact, she was a rather slender, pale figure who seemed as if she would break as easy as a flower vase. But as she chased me, this fragile imagine seemed to fade and she grew larger, stronger and more terrifying. Her body began to mutate and towards the end there was no longer a trace of weakness in her eyes.

It didn't take much time for her to catch up to me and I knew I was screwed then. She was towering over me, I won't say how tall because I'm not quite sure. All I knew was that the knife I had was a mere splinter to her. The events that followed are, to be honest, quite a blur. The final blow, the daring rescue. I remember the pursuit more then anything. Knowing this would be the end for me. It wasn't, of course, but that didn't stop me from feeling that way.

But I guess my dreams are trying to tell me something, you know, other then my fear of being pursued by giant, boomer-like, witches of doom trying to kill me.