A Serene Nightmare

A dream I once had, which I have a hard time categorizing as an ordinary surreal dream or a nightmare. I remember the dream rather clearly for some reason. Feel free to ask any question for immersion

The hallway is dark.

The only light seems to come through the window on the left, it is a clear white light, it must come from the moon. I know the hallway very well. It is my home, I go through this one many times a day. To the left is my desk with my computer on it. I know this, though it is too dark to see anything. On the right I can see the blue sofa being illuminated by what little light is coming through the window. There is a window next to my desk too but everything to my left is completely dark. I feel uncomfortable just standing still here in the middle of the hallway.

I am almost certain I have no fear of darkness yet I hate it to some extent. Yet some of my creative moments are when the lights are out. But this darkness is thick and I need to move through carefully.

I move slowly yet still somehow filled with adrenaline. I am scared but calm.  Step by step I move up between the desk and the sofa. I feel a cold tingle at my feet. In shock I don't move but only look down. A puddle of blood and what looks like feathers is smeared on my foot. The first thing that comes to mind is; "Is that an owl?" I have no clue about it, all I see are lots of feathers and dark red blood. Somehow the owl became more visible in all the darkness my illuminating a strange even darker aura. The light from the left window gets more powerful and I look its way. 

I cannot see anything apart from the white light. After pondering it for just a moment I look back down and the owl has its face looking at me. With gleaming eyes of green and purple. I get scared but I still don't move my foot an inch from the body of the owl that stared me down from under my foot. I could hear a strange rustle from the window and I look back at the window.

A great white owl flew just outside the window and illuminated an immense amount of white light in my face. I did not close my eyes from the sharp light but did the exact opposite. I widened my eyes, and in the same moment the white owl flew through the window and went straight for me. It went through my body and disappeared behind me. I turned around after actually moving my feet and tumbling backwards.

I tried to get a glance at the white owl that flew through the window at my desk that is now illuminated instead of the sofa on the other side. It was gone and I could again hear a rustle behind me. I immediately turned around and saw the black owl next to the sofa. I could barely make out the sofa but the owl on the other hand. The blood it had dragged across the floor and the body of the owl itself was clearly visible with its strange darkness around it.

The owl looked at me with its green and purple eyes and made a slight sound. It sounded like a quiet screech from an eagle. I did not get to question the sounds before it screeched painfully loud and echoed the hallway. The same moment its eyes beamed up with white light and it filled the room like an explosion. 

I opened my eyes and I am lying in my bed looking outside through my window. Its Saturday. I have been sleeping till 11 am. There are no cloud and it would seem to be a sunny day today. 

Author's Note

Don't know about the genre an actual real dream would fit into. I would appreciate help on that part.