Nightmares are essential. They bring horror to the imagination. They grant phobias, alter perceptions, exaggerate fears. They make reality seem mild in comparison. And they come. They do. Always. Thou the most cursed hath run loose. Thou of nightmares, murder and cause mayhem. All but a game it be. Cursed to the living. All hail the evilest of evil. Ye fools! I shalt spin the orb’i mine own hands!