He wasn't uncomfortable, it was more like something was blocking the 'nightmare' from his memory. The second one was the long runner, and the most recurring one, people moving around him, an entire town sometimes, other times it was a world, a village, a caravan, a hamlet, a house it didn't matter how it started. It looked, felt, smelt, sounded, and even tasted normal, until he tried to wake up. Then the nearest person would look at him, and beg for him to not wake up, saying they didn't want to die, and then some cataclysm would occur, and he would get a very up close and front row seat to the carnage, which was just as real as the first part had been.<br/><br/>The third was a set of three abominations, one a mind flayer, but the other two were strangely similar, but very clearly different. One looked like a doppleganger, but it had black pits instead of eyes, and he couldn't recall anything else about it. The last one was just as fragile appearing as the mindflayer, but it put out a magic aura similar to an epic archmage. As he watched, more began appearing around him, and then, just barely visible in the distance, beyonders began appearing, several of them so massive he instinctively knew they were larger than the multiplanarverse. They simply stared, hatred and condemnation oozing from them, before they issued a mind shattering 'scream of lightless brightness.' He couldn't describe it any better, as he always woke up at that point. That one had lasted only a week, but it was the easiest to recall, even more so than the second one.<br/><br/>The fourth was one where he was in his domain, and his companions and himself were dining on his children, who were still alive, and seemed to be enjoying it. Everyone was acting as if it was normal, but he felt something behind him, larger and more threatening than a beyonder, but it didn't seem to realize he and his were there. And as long as he ate, the THING wouldn't realize. He didn't know how he knew that, he just knew it as he knew that he couldn't stop his heart with his mind without magic, that the sun would rise on the morrow. That one had been a rare one, no set pattern, just randomly showing up and only lasting a night before vanishing for a month, a year or even a decade, only to return.<br/><br/>The fifth nightmare was a surreal landscape of impossibilities, waterfalls of rock that fed themselves, a house of bones, a swirling vortex in the air of energy. Illithids, beholders, and other, even more intrinsically 'wrong' creatures struggled from one impossible terrain feature to another. Sometimes the 'ground' turned into a massive mouth that ate the beings over it, other times a mass of writhing tentacles would descend to snatch up the creatures, crushing them or just brushing against them, instantly turning them into desiccated corpses. He saw himself arguing with himself, another him moving toward him, but only by walking away. M C Escher would love the place.<br/><br/>The last one he could recall was what initially appeared to be a half dragon, mostly female in its dimensions, but its hands were massive claws or teeth, and its 'head' was a massive bleeding wound. It was comprised of writhing, bleeding tendrils, and he could smell blood, but it was wrong somehow. It didn't move, it simply met his gaze and he always woke up then.