One night things came to our world through out dreams, and took on the forms of our nightmares. Then they started eating people. The lucky ones were killed first. My Nightmare came through while I was in a deep meditative state, while my mind was blank of all things except my sense of self. So it appeared as my living reflection, and it always will, which makes killing me to eat my remains a impossibility for it. Instead it has to keep me alive to keep it alive. A novelette entry for the June 2023 community contest magazine.