When my eyes flutter shut

and blackness rolls over my vision

I transcend

Innermost fears and desires

spring to life like a film

I never have enough control to edit the actions I make in my dreams, but I have a strong enough nudge to push them in a favorable position

Life and death alike spews out

The unconscious machine

I enjoy the forbidden lovers and the forced flying my body endures in my deep sleep

But around the corner are the untimely deaths and the apparitions of my past, haunting me

No regard for my vulnerable state of mind

I push the narrative, making sure of one thing — that I awaken