not a dream, a nightmare. I was in the middle of a field, nothing in sight for miles, and a flashlight in my pocket, so I walk to the north, assuming the sun is setting rather than rising. as I walk for what seems like hours, the sun remains in a similar position, but everything slowly changes to a darker, shaded tone of it's original colour, and eventually, the sun, and everything turns to a black shape, with a white outline to it... I can't see anything except the outlines. I continue though, the dream self not thinking anything of it... I then begin to reach what seems like the end of the field, and look out to see a house, bright blue with a jet black roof, just like my own home. I get a sinking feeling when I see all the lights are out and the cars are still there, so I rush towards the house... but it keeps moving further away... the blue turns to a dull grey, and the black roof turns to white, I hear distant screams in the direction of the house... keep running. KEEP RUNNING. get there and see what the -blam!- is going on, those screams are still going. the house, and area around it seem to turn a sickly green, and the windows go completely black. I hear glass shatter, and the windows turn red. the screams stop, and the door swings open, a shadowy figure bursts out and disappears with what looks like another person on his back. I run inside to see my own home in perfect detail, but slightly off, everything seemed to almost tremble to some degree, like my eyes were out of focus and everything was fuzzy, and the lighting had a slight tint of purple. I hear a loud engine rev, and another scream from upstairs, it was almost as if the car was tryin to mask the scream. I rush up stairs to each member of my family's favourite item or piece of clothing lined up along the side, blood caked, and ancient looking... except my wife's ring, it had fresh blood on it... it glistened in the purple glow. they all point towards my bedroom in some way. I enter to see a light emanating from under the bed, and my family, all of them either stabbed, beaten, or mutilated in a circle around the centre of the room, where my bed, and wife lay. I see the same shadowy figure that ran out of the house standing at the foot of the bed, staring back at me through silvery eyes. I turn on the flash light I had, and saw myself staring back, smiling, I began to walk towards myself and then woke up in a cold sweat, I still remember my face staring back at me, that twisted smile and blood spattered all over my own face, each step it took felt like it had shaken the very earth around me, and it's smile only grew until the thing looked like it was either extremely manic, or murderous.