I look forward to sleeping
Anticipating dreaming
I love how things are quite bizarre
But I question nothing
I adore when noone makes sense
When I'm taken on quests, through old schools
Scary dreams, ridiculous dreams, unfathomable
The weirdest, or mundane, the creepy and the insane
I like dreams where I leave confused
The scenarios most unsettling
They are exciting, give me stories to tell
I awake and all is well

But apart from the scary and disturbing
There is another kind of dream, most distressing
The true nightmares I find, are not of psychadelia or ghouls
The greatest, most wonderful, beautiful and soothing dreams
Are those that are the worst
They tease you with your wants, and humour your deepest needs
Love, old friendships since lost, dream jobs, a self transformed
I had one not so long ago, animals this time
A magical turn of events, sense of touch the most vivid yet
I felt soft spidery arms that hugged me tight
This was gonna be a good night

This is a nightmare, for I know
that when I awake I will feel kinda low
Too angered and irrate, I'd hoped for once my brain
Wouldn't tantalise me so
I drop my head back onto the bed
Close my eyes tight as I can
Take me back to where I left off!
The baby will wonder where I've gone!

The dreams of monsters, fears and death
Are quite entertaining when I think about them
They are not bad dreams
I awake bemused, and yes, a little disturbed
But it's the good dreams
They are the ones that hurt