Dreamland- like Candyland, but not. At all.

A knife in the bed
Ensures that you’re dead
A gun in the hand
Makes a cowardice man
A silent night of sleep
Is a well-spent night, indeed.
So long as a knife doesn’t ask you to bleed
And a gun in the hand remains without need

Ara, have you ever had that moment where: You’re half asleep, gliding through dreamland, ‘enjoying’ some random dream that seems preposterous, when, SUDDENLY, you’re more conscious than before and you start to wake up. You’re slipping out of the dream but, though you don’t care about the dream, you try to keep the events of your slumbering imagination fresh in your mind, holding on to that last bit connecting you with sleep. The dream is still there for a while, you’re still remembering what has happened in it even though you’re awake, but, less than ten minutes later, it’s gone. The sleep, of course, but the dream as well.

I know I wasn’t enjoying the dream. I’m just very frustrated that it was THERE and now it’s GONE. I don’t like when that happens, Ara. 

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