to dream..
of what?
of love, and things to come?
to worry of the darkness and what lays awake in it?
something that awaits the naive and futile to fall headlong into it's open mouth?

or dream of a field...
the green field you always knew,
where slender blades of grass would put up a mild fight under the weight of your feet
before being utterly crushed
and reliquinshing that crackling sound
that gave you cheap thrills

do you dream of the smell of honey?
dripped lightly over sweet bread?

or of sulfur and rabid dogs
with honey colored eyes
foaming
mad

will you dream of me?
or perhaps yourself

dream of mr friedrich or maybe mr soren
with a bag of popcorn to share with your new friends
the butter makes your fingers slip off of each other
and makes you feel foolish

will you dream of nothing...a black void
devoid of anything.
gone are hate, anger, vengeful wrath and terrible nightmares
they dont exist in this dream

neither does love.
in this dream you're alone. but you're not scared

because you don't know
you don't care

perhaps you will not dream at all...and then you wonder
is it worse to dream of rape and anger?
or to be robbed of your nightmares entirely?

and then, just as the answer enters your mind
you drift to sleep
and never consider the question again