I keep running with the wind. It pushes me along as I stagger. My throat aches and I struggle to breath. The wind howls like a wolf in the night as I hear a silent whisper from the devil. My chest burns and my feet thump. Each step is in tune with my ratchet breath. Each breath in tune with my burning heart. Most people have demons, that run deep into their soul and circulate their entire body. It sends shivers down their spine and follows them wherever they go, no matter how far they travel or how fast they run. They are always watching, waiting. My demons run deep into my core, the heart and soul. They burn aflame in my eyes and force my feet to run faster. If they catch up to me I might as well be dead because a fate as dreadful as this is none worth living. Death is like a mistress with an icy cold breath. She lures you in and grabs ahold of you. There you are stuck in an impenetrable force that grasps your deepest fears. She places a chilling kiss upon you. Then you feel nothing, nothing at all. I have felt nothing for many years and am lost in the in between. I am in a limbo of dispair. I run through the misty trees and dewy grass. My feet smash into the delicate ground destroying it's lively figure. My eyes widen, rummaged wild and fearful. "You can't hide from us." I hear a high pitched laughter. I run faster. What I did in the past can only be left there. Those who live in the past miss the present. Those who live in the past have no future. These demons, this devil will not let me escape the past. My vision blurs and my feet slow. My tiresome body can't keep moving. It screams at me to stop! My mind is fuzzy and my feet take over. It drags each foot forth in a similationous motion. I feel an icy grip on my shoulder. It's nails dig into my flesh. My knees buckle under the umbearable weight of my body. That laugh comes again."Gotcha." It's that voice once more. That voices that wanders my thoughts and is present in my neightmares. My eyes flicker and I plunge into the unknown below. My head collides with the soft ground and darkness emerses itself into my vision. Darkness is where I began and where I end. Darkness is all I know.

What is a dream? “Dreams do come true”, what a common saying, but people forget to mention nightmares are dreams too. This idea of a nightmare is our conscious bringing to life our deepest fears, eating away at our sanity. It hits you when you’re at your most vulnerable, emphasising the effects of its hallucinaions. What if our minds create positive dreams to give us hope, happiness and familiarly only to transform into nightmares so it stings so much more? The thing about nightmares is they can be overcome, beaten but they can also trap you in a spiral of dispair. The one comfort we have is we always wake up, but one day we won’t.