I hate you in my dreams.

You keep coming back, and I try to keep my sanity by staying far away. You've done enough. It's over now, and it's time to move along.

I cried in my sleep last night- I didn't know what to do. I hedged, avoided, fidgeted, and tried to make it through. I want to come out on top, and it seems you push me down. Strong and oblivious- you're victorious once again.

If only I were a lucid dreamer; to pick and choose at will. I'd paint you out and try to pretend the picture always was so clear.