My definition: Ditto (Who am I kidding? That is THE definition)
I'm not going to lie to you. I don't really feel I've felt terror in my lifetime. Sure I've been scared, sometimes pretty good, but never a true terror that would fit with that definition.
My gut reaction is to tell you that I felt terror this morning, but I think I'll settle for saying that I was really freaked out when I woke up this morning. I rarely have nightmares. Like maybe once every few years. Typically my dreams are about me confessing my many hidden sins, spending times with those I'm infatuated with, or doing some rather awesome butt-kicking feat. This was none of the above. This was something-close-to-but-not-necessarily terror.
And I know this is going to kill your curiosity (which then kills the cat, so I'm indirectly a cat killer) but I'm not going to give a single detail or hint as to the nature of this nightmarish event. It didn't take long for it to reveal itself, and for the life of me, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get out.
I was trapped in a dream.
It was a terrible feeling. I had to sit and watch as everything that I've been trying to build on the right path disintegrated into a rather ugly demise filled with tears and raised voices and all of the other unquenchable fears that I may still retain this far in. It bugs me that progress is so slow, yet regress happens in an instant.
I suppose a ton of things bug me, so I won't bore you with a list. I'm not that cruel.
*INSERT AUDIBLE SIGH HERE SINCE I KNOW NO OTHER WAY TO PUT ONOMATOPOEIA IN A BLOG POST*
I suppose it's good to have a reminder of how much I depend on You.
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