Parasomnia

The Musician

I learned quite recently to not fall asleep to the music you're listening to.

It was dark.  There were trees eerily bare.  They were dead.  Everything was dead.  I could hear music.  It embraced the forest.  It was soothing. 
Frédéric Chopin's Waltz No. 3 in A Minor, Op. 34 No. 2, to be exact.  It was gentle, soft.  As I made my ways past the trees I attempted to find the source of music.  Or-- It seemed that way. 
As I drew nearer to the music, I noticed a silhouette.  It held a violin in its hands.  From the distance I was at, I couldn't make out details, but I could make out enough to know that its back was facing me. 
I took a few cautious steps closer.  It continued to play.  No matter how close I got to it, the music seemed to drown out my steps.  I could hear the leaves being destroyed beneath my feet.  I winced as I stepped on a twig.  I looked down to see that I was barefooted.  It hurt. 
No way?
I came to realization that this was a dream.  I halted my moving hand as it was reaching to grasp the shoulder of the Musician.  Instead, I began to step back, keeping an eye on him.  He wore a top hat and a tuxedo.  It was all I could make out, other than his white gloves gripping the violin and bow. 
As I stepped back, I didn't think to look behind me.  I stumbled over a rock, his playing coming to a halt.  The music was replaced with a loud buzzing.  It was similar to that of white noise. 
The moment I had fallen was the moment he turned to gaze at me from over his shoulder.  Instead of soft, human eyes, I was met with empty sockets to that of a crow's skull.  It cocked its head the way a nervous bird would before moving towards me. 
I began to crawl backwards as it dropped its violin and offered its hand.  I hesitated for a moment before taking it.  It was then that I realized the flaps to the rear of his tuxedo were disguised wings.  He opened them as he pulled me from the ground.  I flinched at the noise. 
The beast cocked its head before he wrapped his arm about my waist, the other grasping my hand.  I inhaled in shock.  It wanted to dance? 
Of course, out of fear, I obliged, and the music started up once more. 
(At this point, I'm assuming it's on loop.)
I danced with the creature warily. 
Now I know this is a dream.
I could detect it, for I didn't know how to dance at all.  It tilted its head confused for a moment.  I averted my gaze from its empty sockets.  I didn't want to peer into the abyss.  That's when it tucked a gloved finger beneath my chin and forced me to meet its gaze.
This feeling was all too familiar.  As I peered into the sockets, I could see a galaxy.  It was beautiful, until I realized where the stars had come from. There were screams of help coming from the abyss.  They were-- Souls? 
I retaliated by trying to force myself away, but it only gripped both of my wrists and drew me closer.  I turned my head away from the beast and stared at the forest floor. 
I felt it trying to reach for my chin.  I attempted to fight it off but the creature wrapped its fingers around my throat.  I could feel myself beginning to lose breath.  It felt like hours, and just as I was about to close my eyes and ease into death's grasp, I stirred from my nightmare. 
Just another nightmare.

I hope others do not suffer from the things that I do.  I pity you so much if you can relate.