All life a the same bad dream dreams me. As though I see itself asleep on the sofa outside and to me what flies up that shade of old woman. She embraces me two pens of having sharp claws and pulls on ceiling to the exit from home. I try to yell, but only I move silently lips, and I do not publish a not sound. Always after this dream I wake up in cold to sweat, and in childhood yet and not only in to sweat)
photo from here https://www.syl.ru/article/201716/new_sonnik-k-chemu-snyatsya-prizraki