Dreamcatcher.

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I don't believe in miracles or myths, but I'm desperate for one now.
I'm not sure how you're suppose to work, but I'm taking my chances. For all I know that you help people to get rid of nightmares. Even if you're just a fable, try to make an exception for me.

I want you to hinder my nightmares, to defeat my demons, don't allow them to hunt my dreams, and chase me in the long nights. Don't let them visit me in the only hours of peace.

I want you to help me sleep soundly, to help my mind rest and drift to oblivion.
I'm tired of waking up with black bags under my eyes, I'm tired of waking up feeling more weary than I did before going to bed.

I don't want to see my fears anymore, I want you to bury them somewhere deep in my mind so they will never seep into my dreams anymore. I want you to lock them up in a a wooden broken chest and throw the key somewhere I won't remember. I want you to drown them in poison, suffocate them before they suffocate me. I don't have the guts to face them.
too many fears.
there are too many.

The fear of my bad memories, fear of my indefinite future and what it's holding for me.
even my fear of my imperfections, my mistakes, I want them gone.
all gone, at least in my dreams.

I don't want to have dreams of them anymore, those who hurt me countless times, I don't want them to be a part of the only few things I have control over. I want those nightmares tangled in your web, trapped so they can't escape and invade my sleep.

If only I can control my dreams.
If only I could dream of a white velvet rose, of  gardens stacked with all kind of roses...
If only I could dream of a shimmery blue clear lake, of immense calm seas...

All I wanna dream of is heavens, happiness, and wide wild empty spaces.
I want to create worlds and realms and kingdoms of nothingness, I want to fill them with my hopes and drown there in relief.
I want to live there forever, where I can be free as much as I always wanted to be.

I want to dream of flying delicate swans, and long strong shadowy forests.
I want beautiful lies dressed in colors I've never known, I want all the facts, the truth, every logic I've ever known and every thing that makes sense to disappear where I can never find them.
I want to reach the diamonds hanged in the sky, and hold them close to my heart.
I want to stare at the sky for hours, days, weeks...


In my dreams I'll get to be whatever I want, and everything I could never become...
I will grow wings and break free. I will breathe under  water and sleep on clouds.
I will have super powers and save this miserable world.
I will be loved, for who I am, I won't be judged and I will mean something to someone,
I will be enough.

In this small temporary world of my own creation, I'll be free from this body.
my veins will no longer tie me to this flesh.
my heart will no longer heave on me with burdens.
and my mind, will no longer force me to think, or throw it's worries upon me.

In this small world no one will interfere, interrupt, or ruin the things I don't possess.

I don't know if you can give me those dreams, Dreamcatcher, but at least prevent my subconscious from oozing it's venom at me.

I just want you to free me, from all those nightmares, all those dreams, from all the things that keeps me awake in those endless nights.

I just want to lay my head on a pillow and sleep...
I don't want to think or feel...
I just want to forget...
I just want to sleep...














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