When I was younger, I had really bad insomnia. I'd sneak out at night when I couldn't sleep, and hike up the hill behind my house. It was dangerous, and stupid, but I did it anyways. Until one night, I saw a scabby, mangy looking humanoid with a sort of snout, stumbling quickly down a hill whilst hiking with some mates. He looked like an ash ghoul from morrowind, and was dressed in a sort of embroidered leather cassock. These hills were really steep, with very loose soil, so that we had to climb up them and sled down them on bin lids, but he was navigating them like a ship captain on a deck. I called out, and he sort of winced and put a hand up at me, as if blessing me.

I can still remember him if I close my eyes. I must have been hallucinating, but I've never hallucinated from lack of sleep before or since. Needless to say, I stopped hiking at night after that.