Foggy and flesh eating.
I have always had nightmares every now and again. Ones that are difficult to remember. But sometimes. They seem almost too vivid. Like a memory put inside my mind. Detailed and real. These nightmares are rare for me. But when they happen, they keep on coming every night for about a week or so. About eight years ago, when I was about 16 years old. I still lived with my parents, of course. They had gone on a three-week-long vacation to the US (I am from Europe.) Thrilled to be home alone, I stayed up very late. Playing video games, trying a drink from the liquor cupboard, basically being a teenager. I fell asleep around two AM. That night in my dreams, I was walking around a pretty dense pine forest. Birds chirping, sun shining through the treetops. A pleasant walk through an almost Disney-movie-like forest. After walking for what seemed like a good distance, the forest grew dim. The sun was blocked out, and the trees were seemingly starting to rot and decay. A slight fog rose from the ground to around the height of my knees. Making it so that I could not see where I was placing my feet. I started freaking out inside my dream. Running for what felt like minutes. Tripping over roots and cutting myself on jagged branches, I found myself at a clearing and in front of a medium-sized lake that was around 3-4 kilometers in size (around 2 to 2.5 miles). The water was completely still, and everything went quiet. The silence was deafening. On the other side in the distance seemed to be a large wooden lodge. A vague image from where I was standing. But I could make out a small dot just outside the wooden construction. I looked directly at it. Trying to make out what it was, when I felt chills all over my spine. The dot started to move. It was a person. Moving along the shoreline of the lake towards me. Every fiber in my body told me to get out of there. But I coulndt move. When I looked down, My legs seemed to be burried into the soggy mud and it felt like I was stuck in concrete. Unable to get out, I was forced to watch the dot get closer and closer. The figure getting more detailed by the minute. Halfway there, The figure now looked like a lumberjack. Dragging a large cleaving axe with him. Watching him stumble closer while I was unable to escape made me feel helpless. He did not walk very fast, so it took a while for me to take a good look at him. I could now hear him grumble and grunt in the distance. The sound echoed over the lake and rang inside my ears. Only a half kilometer away, I could make out that he had only one hand. His arm is being cut off just before the wrist. The two bones are sticking out. Now I am not a small dude, not huge either. 183 centimeters tall (around 6 feet; I don't know the exact height in feet.) But I have some decent martial arts training: judo and kickboxing. So I tried to make myself as threatening as I possibly could. Squaring up and yelling, Come on then! I'll punch your teeth out. You know, some dumb threats. But what I saw next horrified me to my core. The lumberjack, which I could now see perfectly clear. Wore dirty clothes and had a large brown beard, which seemed to be squirming. His eyes were completely white. But the creepiest thing was that he seemed to be eating the flesh from the cut off arm. Putting the wound to his mouth and tearing bits and pieces off and swallowing them whole. Exposing more and more of his bones underneath. His teeth rotted and black, breaking off with every bite he took. I was completely silent. Forced to watch the lumberjack consume his arm as he hiked closer and closer. He seemed to slow down as if to give me a longer and more detailed look at what he was doing. But he then suddenly sped up. Speed walking towards me and raising his good arm, which grasped the large axe. He then swung down the axe from over his shoulder towards my eyes. And just before it would hit, I woke up in a dark and empty house. All alone in a quiet room. Knowing that no one was near. It was only 02:30. But the nightmare felt like it had lasted for hours of me watching my death inch towards me. Safe to say that I slept with the lights in the hallway turned on for a couple of weeks.