When I have a nightmare, it never involves zombies, mummies, or fantastical creatures of classic horror. That’s a way to evolved a terror. Without flinching, I’d whip out my katana and remove their essential bits.
No, a true nightmare is much more basic and possible in real life.
Let’s look at it this way. Between 2001 and 2005, the NIH conducted a study that found that over six percent of the population could fit within the parameters of Narcissistic Personality Disorders, and about five and a half percent would do with Anti-social Personality disorders.
Having had poor taste in who I selected for romantic relationships, infatuations, and flings, I met a few who fell within those categories. During one of those relationships, I came very close to being shot to death.
So while you run down a deserted street pursued by howling zombies, I wake up in terror, imagining that I had married one of my personal nightmares. I’ll take a good old-fashioned zombie or mummy any day; thank you very much!
I was married to one for 17 years. Damn near lost myself in the process, but did gain 3 wonderful children.
They are convincing liars, witty, and smart. But they are nothing but trouble.
Lucky you could run fast.