Nightmare

Nightmare

You were in my dream last night.

I vaguely remember where we were.

You sat on a lime green salon chair.

I have never been here before.

You look handsome per usual.

I do not know remember why we were together.

You were evil.

I sit in your lap.

We kiss.

You push me off into the next chair.

I cry.

“You are too much for me,” you say.

I sit in your lap.

We kiss.

You push me off into the next chair.

I cry.

“You are too much for me,” you say.

I sit in your lap.

We repeated over and over until I woke up.

I am subconsciously plaguing myself with a symbol of our relationship.

You were in my nightmare last night.

 

 

I haven’t dreamt in so long.
I don’t know if it’s the weed stunting my dreams or maybe I’ve lost creativity.
All I know is I don’t dream, and I’m sad.
I don’t dream at night. I don’t daydream. I don’t dream at all–maybe I’ve lost my aspirations & hope for the future?

Maybe I’ve lost my ability to fantasize. Maybe I’ve been so fucked by reality that the mystical is no longer attainable. 

I do know one more thing–I want my  dreams to come back.