To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

My Lady of Dreams is enjoying fucking with me. I think she's annoyed at delivering outside her usual time. So i didn't get any. I slept fitfully, if uninterestingly. But now... man, now every time I close my eyes, she's got a new one for me. She taunts me with good dreams, amazing ones; so vivid that the world seems a little duller. She terrifies me with nightmares. What might happen, and what might not. She's been in rare form lately, and it makes it fucking difficult to sleep or think. My mind is always drifting back. It's honestly kinda awful. I can only console myself with the fact that some dreams come true. And some don't.