Nightmares

At the time they're in motion they occupy a faux reality that does a masterful job at fooling the sleeping participant into full blown adherence. As if the unfolding events are the only universe at hand. Impending doom seems to be hiding in every crack in every sidewalk travelled. These, we know, only exist in the gray matter crevasses in skulls of the sleeping victims of bad dreams. Wicked little bastards that oddly seem to leave little trace of their unfolding horrors when their gimpish supplicants awaken.