If you love me, let me keep my nightmares to myself, ever on silent-mode... for to speak of such things give a substance to the fog that is more than this heart can take. For some nightmares are not the stuff of fiction nor open for interpretation, yet a reality that must be lived.
When you hear what the nightmare is saying and either make the necessary changes or soothe the inner child-self, it will be as sunlit rain and vanish into the air.
The nightmare comes in visual puns and communicating in metaphor as the creative dreaming brain does, offering suggestions and seeking answers in return. For what is the nightmare but a form of internal communication?
The nightmare, as the demons of dreams, comes to educate you if you are brave enough to look into these dark recesses of the brain.
The nightmare is a horse that will carry you home after you have explored the dark.
I'm your knight. Protective chivalry is my thing. If anyone messes with you I promise I'll be their nightmare. I'll ride them until they drop. Trust me, I'm real good at it.