Nightmares

It's been a long time since I had a nightmare that truely scared me.  I had two last night, the first one broke the streak.  It was a rather odd dream to begin with.  I was in some sort of galleon or brig like ship, fleeing from a larger force.  We among the ship I was upon had been handed oars to make a more expedient flight.  However there were members people on the ship that deemed themselves too officious for such work and refused to help.  Me/My character stood and confronted one of the people at the end of a rapier.  During our fight another was wounded.  He took a slash across the arm.  The fight came to an end with the second man drawing his weapon upon me.  I remember in the dream I was confident I could defeat them both, but I did not want to kill them, I just wanted them to take up the oars.  So I yielded hoping they would see good sense.  But the second man, the wounded man, took up my rapier that had become bent in the fight and attempted to jam it up my nose and into my brain.  I fought hard for a few long hard second before my body went numb and although I could still feel my body fighting I had no control and I was losing the battle.  I was grasped suddenly by true terror.  The I awoke breathing heavily and sweating.  It took me a little while to shake it from my concious and my body to calm down.

The second nightmare was not so frightening.  But enough to wake me and for me to remember in fairly vivid detail after waking.  It begun rather mundanely.  For some reason or another I had left some bedsheets behind at my highschool and one of the administrators picked them up for me and would hold them at her house.  I was fairly certain where she lived and made my way over.  When I arrived I found that it was not the house I had thought it was, in fact she was it was the house my grandma used to own.  Worse, she no longer lived there and the house was instead inhabited by one of her psychotic sons.  What ensued, certaibly was not fun.The guy brought out his rather disgusting girlfriend and together they berated their friends and more or less beat the crap out of them.  For some reason I stuck by, I was adamant to find out about the sheets for some unknown reason.  As one may suspect it ended by me having th crap beaten out of me.  Later in the dream I went to the police at the urging of my parents.  The dream melts away from  me now.  I am not sure of the conclusion, but it did not awake me in the same violent manner as the first.

All in all a really crappy night.