Just woke up from a really terrible nightmare that woke me up so badly that I didn't want to go back to sleep. It was horribly... detailed. Its gotten to the point that my feet and my hands went cold, and when I woke up, I was hugging my bolster so tightly and very shrunk to the point where my knees are very close to my chest.

No, I didn't cry or anything. But it was a blood-chilling dream that send chills to my spine. I remember it to be an annoying, but innocent dream where theres this lady who was insistent to be engaged with me (shut up, I know its weird, I frown upon it too).  Shes pretty, rich and everything. But she wasn't the one I want. So after very long, I agreed to it. For what reasons, I do not know.

In the mean while, I had small flashbacks of a meetings and meetings regarding a serial murderer on the loose. The meeting details on his M.O, or Modus Operandi, and that the odds of him being insane is really high.

So for some reason, when the flashbacks ended, I find myself back at home. A home which I never recognized, it just bore the resemblance of my old flat, and the current flat, mixed together.

And the oddest thing was, I don't remember how, but I found out that my 'fiancee' (the one that I didn't love, but for some reasons agreed to be engaged to her) was being chased by the serial murderer. So I received her call and told her what to do.

I ran downstairs, and after awhile saw her. Told her to follow me immediately, and I caught sight of the murderer in question. 

...I shall leave out some parts here, its just too... graphical.

There is no ending, the final part was I ran to my mum's room, locked and barricaded the door and called my half-asleep mum to call the police, while I rack my mind for the case-file code to tell them its of highly-urgency and its the very murderer that they are looking for.

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I won't exactly describe the way the murderer works, but hes insane where he keeps muttering about mystical wards, and one thing in particular I CANNOT forget, is he mentioned of the Egyptian Bennu. In addition, his so psychotic that he captured the 'fiancee', tied her on bed, slept beside her, put me right beside him, made her grab my arm and began to use a miniature chainsaw and slowly cut through her arm. 

Blood-chilling screams, the sound of chainsaw cutting through flesh and bone. That was the most horrifying part that made it a nightmare. I saw everything in detail, and it felt like I almost can feel it and touch it.

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I'm not alright now. It was mental. But at least I'm not crying over it. I'm just, don't know. Feeling traumatic over it.