My scariest dream? Hell, I've only been remembering dreams at ALL for three weeks now! But I DID have one nightmare, which after having, I love immensely... It was rather short in terms of the actual time that elapsed in the dream, but was extremely vivid. I'm using it as creative inspiration for a short story I'm writing. The "name" I gave my nightmare is the same as the working title of my short story. So, here goes:
"The Maiden In the Mist"
I'm standing in a winding alley, wearing a thick, heavy brown leather trenchcoat, holding a lantern out in front of me. The soles of my shoes are worn, and through them I can feel the alley's cobbles, which remind me of the cobbles in the Old City in Edinburgh that I visited once.
The alley is shrowded in mist, and since it's only the first crack of dawn, everything is still very dark. Something up ahead of me is rustling, but I can't see it, even though I hold up the lantern. Then, a shape starts to form out of the mist... it is a woman.
She is slender, almost ludicrously slender, and garbed head to toe in smooth white silk. The silk hangs off her in strands, but it's not torn or anything... they're very clean-cut strands. It's like she's wearing a wedding dress. I can't see her face, as she wears some sort of veil... but as she gets closer, I see she's not wearing a veil at all. Her face is perfectly smooth, and utterly featureless.
She glides, rather than walks, up to me over the cobbles, the mist enshrouding us both. Now, the walls of the alley are no longer visible, and all I can see is me, her, and the grey mist.
But the scariest thing of all are her hands. Extending from the tips of her fingers, about a foot long, are metal claws that she holds at her side. When she stops in front of me, I remember being utterly terrified, and unable to move. She lifts a clawed hand to my chest. I stare into her face, and try to make out something, some gesture or expression, but she is totally featureless and smooth in her movements, like some sort of robot.
I start to feel her claws dig into my chest.
I wake up with a cold sweat.
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