Chimera

I think I've been sneaking into your dreams again. I don't mean to. I just close my eyes and that's where I find myself. I know in the real world I'm snoring and drooling all over the pillow but in the ethereal ether I'm slipping into your mind and poking around at the wiring. You dream such strange apocalyptic dreams and you dream a lot about pretty girls and all the orifices you'd like to stick your cock into. It's weird to find myself in a blasted nuclear landscape and then suddenly watching two people have rather oily looking sex in a dry shower. And there always seems to be some sort of hammer involved.

I don't think you have found the door into my dreams yet. At least I haven't seen you there. You probably wouldn't like it much if you found yourself in here. There always seems to be something monstrous in the dark. Sometimes necks get broken and everything lives at an impossible angle. Sometimes there are a fuck of a lot of arms, or severed heads packed into the ground. Sometimes they are tearing each other apart.  And the sex is always interrupted and unsatisfying. A lot of people die and are reborn. And 911 never seems to work. And nothing is ever fucking quiet in here. It's never calm. Never silent and unmoving. I'd give anything for a night where I actually rested.

I'm drinking cup after cup of coffee right now. Trying to keep my jittery hands awake. I know I'll fall asleep at some point. And if you could maybe not be fucking such strange mutated girls in your sleep tonight, that would make this a little easier.