My dreams (the real ones, not the metaphorical ones)

are filled with horrifying things.

I explain this, when I mean just to keep mouth shut and listen.

Instead, I start explaining how I am awake and aware and it is terrifying to know you are only dreaming, and that there is a whole world you can control when you sleep.

You smile and nod and I know I should really stop (it is a bit strange after all).

But I cannot stop. Dream after dream recorded in my head like vivid and terrible memories;
-- I know -- you must be thinking: This one's a little strange.

Except, you like me more for this. And I like you less because--who likes such strange people?