Nightmare’s not about fear. Fear is rational, fear is understandable. Nightmare is about terror. Blind, stinking, rabbit-fleeing-from the wolves terror. Oh, sure, it starts out innocent enough. The guy a little too creepy to talk to, the little old lady you somehow feel compelled to give a wide berth. But then the little glitches start appearing. You’re working late on a construction job, and you see a human face in the path of your circular saw. Blink, and it’s gone.
You decide to clock out, but as you walk down the street you see someone you’d almost forgotten. Someone you’re afraid of in a way no amount of drugs or therapy could ever dig out.
You make it safely home, and fall into the arms of your wife, shaking. But she’s holding you too tight. And she smells wrong. It’s not her, is it?
And then you run out of the apartment, and the real terror begins.