Nightmares.
Vivid, lucid nightmares. Sometimes my imagination is a double-edged sword no matter how I handle it-I know it is a dream, I don't back out. Despite it being a horrific nightmare that I can't escape. It's just like playing
this game, and only until you notice differences in your surroundings that you get the idea:
"Oh crap."
The context lies in being in a 'safe' environment. Only until the similarities exist does the psychological horror come in...I mean, wow. My first dream where all my tests on 'is this a dream am I really dreaming' failed. Only when the surroundings changed (oh yeah, go me. Simulate two laptops both with LoL playing. I don't even play LoL.) do I notice the moment of fear, terror and goodness why can't I wake up. That, and the annoying feel of gravity that simulates 'I'm not dreaming. This is reality.'
I mean I can bloody see my own nose just as I see it IRL! Curse you dual vision.
Then the horror strikes. The adversary appears. And it is not human.
I am glad I am awake. But...what had just happened. It was a different nightmare than all others.
No trivialities like in the real world. Yet it was as real as in this waking reality (no, the game above has no bias on what I experienced). I saw nothing wrong, until I noticed the differences in my surroundings--and even then, all my dreams are vivid to the smallest detail.
I'm glad I'm awake. ;_;
Edit: This ain't what made it sad: It was a mixture of beauty, mystique, wonder and horror.
What made me sad is
trying to convey the darn thing. Why are words so linear!?