I think this may have been my first WILD. I panicked. Having entered the dream world, I did something incredibly rude in the first few "seconds" I was there. I had accidentally cut off some guard's head. I didn't mean to do it. I just wanted to talk to them about something and when they opened the heavy door, I automatically slammed it on the guy's neck. Apparently, he could also change into a black cat. Of course, that was also headless. I thought about walking in there and explaining that I didn't mean to do any of that, but I could feel the animosity and knew I had to get out there. So, I jumped up and flew. For some reason, something was keeping me down. I thought it was the area with all its animosity, but it was probably my own inexperience with flying. When I'm mad, I tend to gain a lot of determination and motivation (and I'm not a very motivated person), so after that the flying was quite simple. I just knew I had to get out there. I flew up and up until I saw the building. It was a castle, probably made out of limestone, and shaped like an octagon. A dangerous castle resting upon golden sands that seemingly stretched for miles. Still upset, I lifted my hands and flicked my wrists. With each flick, I set fire to the building. Finally, I gathered up enough power and... *BANG!* The castle started to crumble as easily as the sand beneath it. I felt a sense of power, but not from flying. It was from destroying that castle. Honestly, aside from the breathtaking views, flying was not as grand as I thought it would be. Then, I woke up. I suppose I could consider something like that a nightmare, but I only consider it one if I can't control the outcome of the bad dream. So, it wasn't a nightmare.