I have always been intrigued by dreams. There are many many scientific details about dreaming and why people dream. There are even explanations to each forms of dreaming. In our country their are people who claims to have the ability to decipher the mysteries of dreams. I am not going to question or debate whether they truly have that ability or it's just a hoax. The fact that the matter is, however unusual does it seem, from time to time some of them comes true and not only that, it's been registered that some of the dreams have been foretold to become true and they did. What interest me most are nightmares. Their is a certain cliche about a nightmare that however scary or breath taking it is, it never stays that way after you wake up. And when you tell it to other people, they are like, "Aw!". Nonetheless, I find myself very attracted to these stories that people experiences in their nightmares. I have some of my nightmares that are really interesting. Of course they never came true and I made a scientific and logical explanation out of each one of them. But at that specific moment while experiencing them, I just can't forget what the person felt who lived inside my skin at that time. I thought it would be a better idea to store my nightmare stories somewhere. What better place than the never ending Internet. Well, here goes... First of all there are certain objects or persons or things that scares me. I am afraid of very elderly woman, a blue - skinned person, talking creatures and other weird things. I have reasons to be afraid of them. I'll tell you in time. My this nightmare was about a boy of nine or ten, a kid at best. In that nightmare I saw my co - workers were making fun of me for not liking kids or children where in their logic it marks the ultimate signature of humanity. There was a kid playing nearby, he was a blonde with rabbit tooth. He was just playing around with a football, I couldn't recognize him, never saw him before. The ball came to me once and he came to asked for the ball, then I took a look at him, he was smiling. I kicked the ball towards him and he went away, "Thanks", was all he said and my co - workers started clapping, "That's a start". I groaned finding out their views towards me about kids. Anyway then I saw that it was late night and I was sleeping. Mind you, it's was a very close to reality dream and I saw my room, just the way it is, I saw my bookcase, my cellphone, my watch, everything were in place. I woke up hearing a sound from the sleep in my nightmare (!). There is a wardrobe on the western wall of my room. It covers the whole western side of my room. I saw that the window of my eastern wall was open and there was violent storm outside. The curtains were flying like crazy. Just at that time, a lightning struck and a blazing light filled up the entire room. As you know everything in the nightmare I knew without seeing what horror was waiting for me in the western wardrobe. Just to make sure, I turned my head very slowly and found out the most horrible scene I had ever seen in my whole life, awake or asleep. I saw that boy, standing inside my room leaning behind my wardrobe door, his throat is severed with two slashes from some sharp object. Dried out blood had made a cryptic design on his soccer jersey. The most horrifying part was when I looked at him, I saw his dead blue eyes staring back at me, motionless, hollow. I managed to get myself up from the bed, and ran passed the corpse to my sister's room. On my way I pushed the body and I definitely heard it falling on the floor. In my sister's room, I couldn't talk as the words seemed to froze in my mouth. So I frantically started dropping things that I found around me to make noise. My sister woke up and asked me what's wrong? I croaked like a frog and asked her why their is a dead boy in my room. She just broke an yawn and said that yeah, he stays with you and will stay with you from now on. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and came back to my room only to see that the corpse has stood up again while I was gone. At that moment I started to think, okay, yeah, I am dreaming. I just got into my bed and started trying to wake up. But it was one of those nightmares that you wish you could wake up from but you can't. I opened my eyes just to see that the corpse had come a bit closer to me. Every time I blinked it had traveled a small distance. The dead blue eyes staring through me to some unknown world. Just when it touched my bed I felt a sudden jolt around my spine and woke up. I opened my eyes carefully to see it's gone and found myself back to reality. I was drowned in my own pool of sweat. I gave a sigh and sat up. Amazingly I found my room completely messed up. My books and stuff thrown down to the ground and everything. I figured that I did it myself. I looked at the wardrobe door. It was slightly opened and a ghastly dark void was larking inside. I got up from my bed and forced the door close. It had to be the scariest nightmare I ever had in quite sometime...