Close call

My dreams are no fantasies
Nightmares is more like it
An evil witch grabs me
Wants to use me as bait
To capture her prey
Her nails pinch deep into my skin
I can feel them getting closer to my ribs
As she pulls me under water with her
Hiding me from the help I'd get.

I think I'm going to die
I'm in grievous pain
I find it hard to breathe
I cannot cry yet cannot die
Suddenly, she let's me go
And I survive
But I'm scared, so scared
What is this?
Why these mares, why?
I quickly bow my head in prayer.