For so many months, there was peace.

He only crossed my mind once or twice, like the shadow of a whisper.

My dreams were a nonsensical wonderland of strange buildings,

Tall bridges,

Cities and places that I had never been before.

My subconscious sought that which frightened me:

Falling from a precipitous height,

Getting lost, searching for something,

Adrift in some unfamiliar place.

It all felt so real, until I opened my eyes.

The sun slips through my eyelids, washing away the dreams.

It’s just another day.

Then comes the fall of night:

Somehow, I fall asleep.

Next thing I know, I’m awake.

But I was just there in Dreamland, he was too.

It all felt so real, until I opened my eyes.

Peering deep in my subliminal mind, he lies in wait:

Very soon, I will be helpless, forgotten in some old place.

But it’s been so many years, I say.

In the depth of my darkest dreams,

I see him, I hear him, I feel him.

I know I’m there, somehow wakeful in my fathomless slumber,

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, you’re not really here.

I’m really here, he said in a whisper.

Soon I’ll wake up, soon you’ll disappear.

It’s real this time, he said with a smile.

It all felt so real, until I opened my eyes.

I decide that this is Dreamland,

This is where he lives in me.

My dreams of fear are where I’m most at home,

The frightful landscape is where he can’t find me.