Not a nightmare, but a strange dream:
In the mid-80ties I did a motorcycle tour through the Sahara desert.
My friend and me started our ride at the first of February, and after the first hundred km a heavy snowstorm started, which blocked the whole traffic on the Interstate and we had to drive off the road and seek shelter in the adjoining forest, where we setup our tent.
We were well prepared for winter camping and had a good sleep.
In the early morning I had a dream where I saw a man passing by, stopping right at the tent very close to my head, looking down at me, shaking his head and walking on.
When we woke up the snowstorm had ceased and we crept out of the tent into a bright and very cold morning.
We found fresh footprints of big hunter's boots passing by our tent, stopping right at the headend, and heading on.
We could only guess that the guy had also shaked his head while staring down at the tent.
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