My first nightmare

I must commit to the bits and bytes of faraway computers, a nightmare I had, before my own brain wipes the last vestiges of its existence in my mental hard drive.

I went to sleep last night at about 1:00 am. Not too early, not too late. There I was sleeping peacefully, seeing myself do all those incredible things I always wished I could do but never can and never will...hitting Shohaib Akthar for consecutive sixes...Overtaking Michael Schumacher on the outside...Scoring a hat-trick against Arsenal while playing for Man U...Dancing...

I usually fall asleep at this point...But yesterday was a little different...I dont know when the changeover occurred but I will try and retrace the steps I took...

I was standing on top of a hill looking into a sparsely wooded valley at the crack of dawn. It was peaceful and calm as all dawns are expected to be...even if there was any noise in the valley below it would have to be frighteningly, unnaturally loud to have made its way up to where I was standing. Despite the distance my vision was surprisingly clear I could make out the leaves at the edge of the valley with ease...a virtual real vision. Then suddenly from the eastern edge, as if born of the sun, a horde of horsemen appear charging down the valley, their hooves indistinct individually but generating a roar that felt like a waterfall. All horsemen were dressed alike in long red robes with cloaks over their heads. They carried no weapons at all but were menacing nonetheless. Suddenly in one motion they turned a wide curve and headed up a steep ravine without breaking pace. I turned in a slow circle to follow the path that lay ahead of the horsemen and it ended at my feet. In an instant I saw what it meant...They were coming for me. My death waited for me, either at the hooves of the horsemen or amidst the rocks of the valley behind me. I looked back into valley one more time and saw more horsemen flooding the valley. I turned again to face the hooves that bore upon me inexorably...it was almost like music to my ears. Never changing... never breaking tune...I sensed my breaths getting deeper and I was painfully aware of the low oxygen at that altitude as icy daggers stabbed my lungs.

I realised at some point through all this it can't be happenning...and that my eyes were closed. I forced them open and found myself at home and alone...I still was breathing hard and my lungs still felt cold...

I woke up today morning with a severe cold...for which there is only one plausible explanation...