Reams and reams of dreams
Throughout life, uncountable visits,
Know the difference, dream or nightmare
Not always sure of the division.
Woken from one of these visitations,
Screams dying off into the distance,
Nightmares of the soaking wet variety
Someone, something debt collecting.
Laying waiting for recollection
Mind it clears, thanks are given,
Drop back into the black inferno
This nightmare has episodes.
Imagination running riot
Hear cavalry bugle,
Out of control, they are coming to help me,
Wake once again, someone, something, touched me.
Out of bed enough of this sequence
Cups of coffee may protect me,
Afraid of falling back to sleep
Question asked, may I have a peep?
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