Not all nightmares contain terror. Not all contain horror. Blood or demons.
Sometimes, you have the option of doing something. Of not doing something. Of walking down a different path. Of walking away from something you know you will regret later on. You have the choice of not hurting people you love; of redeeming their trust. Or otherwise.
In a nightmare, you watch yourself taking all the wrong turns, selecting all the wrong options. You see someone who is less than what you want to be.
In such a nightmare, despair takes root in you. It runs after your breath, holds your heart.
And after such a nightmare, you don’t – can’t – go back to sleep.