Death of the Grand Idea

From out of the dark it rushed towards me barking and bearing its teeth. Its eyes reflected no light, each socket a black hell hole of rage with me in its sight. Something had unleashed this beast and let it loose to ravage sleep. Only when I awoke did it retreat and slink back into the shadowlands of dream. It seems to find a place in the unlit corridors of discontent to feed and fester hate. It is growing stronger, spreading its rabid poisons into those it bites and soon will break free from the cage of collective sleep. Let to roam the streets it will spread revenge and fear and leave nothing but the sad carcass of what was a Grand Idea.