Talk:Nightmare/@comment-26380985-20160319011055/@comment-30700719-20170225093110

"What the hell? How did I get back? And why is everything so fucked up?" I ask myself, looking around. "This ain't right..." A large passenger plane flies past, however, it's flying backwards. "Well. I feel like I'm missing out on something." I hear the sound of hooves on pavement. I look over my shoulder and see the Nightmare. "Thank god! One thing in this place makes sense!" I exclaim. She steps back a bit. "What do you mean? Isn't this where you grew up on something?" "It didn't have cars on top of rooftops!" I yell at her. She shrinks back a little. "Oh. Sorry," I quickly apologise. I hear the groaning and squeaking of bending metal behind me, and turn around as a rather large garbage truck falls down behind me, narrowly missing. "Oh, great. The cars are falling off..." I grab the Nightmare's hand and run into the nearest nightclub. "Nightclubs have basements. Basements are safe." I practically fly down the stairs and fabricate some metal riot shields. I then proceed to weld the riot shields together, creating a makeshift shelter. "Come on in, it's better than just staying out there!" I say to the Nightmare. "Ooh, it's so cosy and snug in here. Just perfect," I hear the Nightmare say. "Hey now, it's literally raining cars and you're thinking about sex? This is why people are scared of you guys." Apparently, my words strike a nerve with the Nightmare. Rather a lot, it would seem. "You are the worst human I ever met! I had to cross half the ocean to even get here, then the dream goes to shit, and you're blatantly refusing me!" She whines, pounding on my back. "I'm sorry. I just prioritise falling cars over sex." With a frustrated huff, the Nightmare disappears, and I wake up. "Ah! It was just a dream..."