Visions From Beyond Bode Badly- For The Women Of The MCU! Nightmare Arrives!

Somewhere outside of time, outside of space, outside of reality and of all the usual forces that govern sense and sensation, a bone dry court basked in the green hue of incomprehensible light- for here in the darkest recess of a void unknown sat a king deposed- and loving it! Not once in the career of the great Stephen Strange or any of his cohorts had been whispered the name-

Nightmare. Not capital N nightmare, anyhow.

And that was just how the king of night terror preferred it.

But lately, the old schtick had gone cold and grown terribly tiresome.

As Nightmare, scraggly and yet austere in a tattered olive green guise and gaunt face aglow with the light from his seeing-stone gazed at his latest capture- Stephen Strange himself-!- his thoughts drifted to more- entertaining prospects.
As he let the endless shades of growing hands and fingers toss Strange about until throwing him to his next trip- the budding sorcerer never suspecting this dimension was one of his own inner torment- he mused.

Surely he could suspend Strange any time he pleased, but there was more thrilling prey about!

If he wanted to be truly successful in living in the memories of this new super-breed of human community, he needed to ruffle some feathers.

Or rather, reveal some insecurities.

Nightmare smirked. It was almost his favorite dream to bestow in the guise of the imagination. It happened so often, you have to know!

The "naked in public" dream was a standby and a tried and true. But maybe Nightmare could **** it to stick just a little more than that, with the power that remained. And then once people were REALLY talking....belief would do the rest!

But who first would be bared in mind....and then maybe in REAL body as well?