I hate my dreams . . .

I once dreamt of rain
Rain that fell,
but didn't touch my shoulders
And it rained during night time
Night time that shone
Darker than dark

And in that dream I was waving
And each time I waved
They knew it was me who's waving
But they never waved back
Never

And the moon, and the stars
They hung like pupils in the sky
And I watched them
As they watched me
But never did I laugh
When they laughed at me

And I was fearful
Because I hid in the shadows
Of closed eyelids
Until slowly, my eyes began to part
Only to realize that in waking up
The darkness was still there

. . .  and I hate that even more