My Worst Nightmare

Torches lined the walls of an ancient Egyptian tunnel. Their flickering orange glow cast shadows across the faces of Elliot Moose and his friends. They were all dressed in saffari costumes, and each held a torch of their own in their hands. They had discovered this place and were searching for the anchient relics within it.

At the end of the tunnel they found a wall covered with hyroglifs. In the centre of it was a gold-plated lever. What else could it be but the switch that opened a secret door to treasures unknown?

Elliot leaned forward and pulled the switch, then everthing fell apart. It had been a trap! The entire tunnel burst into flames, enveloping Elliot and his friends in a blazing inferno from which there was no escape. One by one they fell to the ground, dead, until Elliot was the only one left breathing, writhing painfully on the floor.

Just then a group of gruff miners appeared at the enterance of the cave, just out of reach of the flames. With his dying breath Elliot reached out to them and rasped, "No. Leave. Save yourselves. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

And then I woke up.

I had this dream when I was about eight years old, and to this day it remains the scariest dream I ever had. Relatively speaking. At the time I was terrified, but I think if I had it again I might just be amused. That's right Elliot, burn! BURN!

Yeah . . . I don't have very scary dreams.