The dreams shift,
Collide,
Combine,
Without me seemingly able to discern it.
Science Fiction,
Fantasy,
Suddenly interspersed with mundane.
Fucking hate my dreams.
Either I’m dying,
Trying not to die.
Or constantly moving,
Scrambling to pack up.
Never want to dream again.
Ever.
Tired of dying.
Tired.
Never Want To Dream Again.
