text: The scariest things to me lately have only been in my dreams. If you just read that you might be of the opinion that a dream is not scary. I unfortunately disagree. I have had many bad dreams, nightmares that turn my stomach, makes the hair on my arms stand up and send chills throughout my body as I feel someone watching me from across the room. I posted once before on Reddit about the horror that haunted my dream and it has returned but in a different form. Something is there in my mind or in my room I can't tell which is which and I am constantly losing sleep over it. There are times in the early morning I don't know if I am awake or not. I haven't seen a psychiatrist or a therapist I can't deal with the judgement. I just wanna talk about it. That's the only way I can get it off my back, for a few months anyway. Until it returns. Let me set the scene for you. I have been working these last two weeks pretty intensely. The coronavirus has kept me in my room 24/7. I only leave to eat or go to the toilet and then I return. To my desk to my bed the daily routine. Last night was particularly intense I had to reorganise a drawing and set up the website. I got into bed at midnight and the lights were out in an instant. I started reading on my phone Stephen Fry's Mythos which is quite a nice read. Zeus overthrew his father Kronos and now he is King of the Gods. I read but didn't fall asleep as I usually do. I turned to each side of my bed several times but nothing I felt restless and the heat in my room started to make me sweat. I put my phone down and watched a movie. The same movie I watch to put me to sleep. The Lord of the Rings The Fellowship of the Ring. Don't get me wrong I love the film but some parts put me to sleep like baby drinking warm milk. I got to the point where the Fellowship were on the mountain above Moria (ancient dwarf city) and Saruman was trying to sink them with snow. I was still wide awake so I shut it down and just tried to close my eyes. In minutes I was dreaming. Odd this time it was animated. I have never had an animated dream before. But there I saw Gandalf the Grey and Bilbo Baggins on a ship smoking. Hoops of grey smoke lifting into the air. The dream transitioned to the mountain. Frodo was walking down the mountain, Gandalf ahead. I watched Frodo walk calmly through the snow. The view turned to face Frodo and I saw behind him. There was snow trailing itself together into large balls of snow. One on top of each other until a snowman was built. Ready with a face of anger the body of snow dragged itself behind Frodo. All the while it stated at me. Dark black eyes and a carrot nose. It passed over a tree and it sprouted arms and started to move faster. Frodo was gone. Gandalf was gone. All that was left was the snowman staring into my eyes. As if it was trying to see into my very soul. I was frozen in my bed. Paralyzed again. Like last time I could feel my bed around me but I couldn't move. My eyes wouldn't open, all I could see was the snowman and now I could hear it. A grunting movement as if he was gaining speed to come closer to me. I was sweating and then the cold came. A sudden powerful wave came over me and I jolted up in my bed. I could move again but I was drenched in sweat. My room was hot and I was breathing hard. I got out of my bed to get my bottle of water from across the room. I told Alexa to turn on my lights. They flickered and slowly a light faded into existence and there across the room it stood in a pool of its own making, the snowman. It threw itself at me and I tried to run but it's water caught under my feet and I slipped falling onto the floor. My head hit the wooden floor and I was back in darkness. I don't know what happened after. I woke up the next morning. No water on the floor but my bed covered in sweat still. My head pounded the next morning it was 5am and I could only shower and get ready for work. Another night haunted by my own imagination.