The Owl Woman

I have a recurring dream, or nightmare, that I call "the Owl Woman." It's just a woman's face, staring at me from a vaguely forestal void. Her face is gaunt and framed by greasy hair. Her eyes are like those of an eagle-owl: irises of orange-yellow and black-pupilled, they stare without pause. Her mouth is twisted into a grotesque beak-like shape, deformed beyond what human anatomy should allow outside of moments of great distress. The whole dream she just stares at me with her face frozen in a wordless, silent scream.