To me the fear is a place i have never been, and never want to go to. It is when I feel everything turn completely chaotic, not in a good way. Everytime the fear comes I put my whole-self into fighting it off, like it is evil.
The most recent embodiment of the fear for me was in Boston on NYE. At around two in the morning my friends and I went to the harbor, no one was there, it was beautiful. I looked out over the water, the city was amazing, until I noticed the buoys. They began to change into floating corpses, and the water to blood. I knew what was happening, and went through a mental battle with the fear.
It was short-lived, but intense, after I laid down on a wall that over looked the harbor and watched the lights glimmer over the water, and felt very at ease.