i dreamt bad dreams

In a bad dream, you can run. You can run and keep running, and sometimes, even fly. But because it is a dream, you can escape even the most painful and fatal of endings with one sudden, hard waking jerk.

Then again, upon full consciousness, you realize that you haven't actually avoided anything. You are still running, fleeing from the wild monsters that lurk in the night. They still chase. You still run. And because that awful nightmare had crossed realities, your semi-conscience waits for that cold bucket of truth to break you from somnambulance; but, holding an aftertaste of sensibility at the back of your tongue, you contemporaneously know it will never come.