Stop killing me in my dreams

           Use  full stops  more often ! A voice said while reading my writings. I knew for sure that it was going to be a nightmare. 

           And so, dreams invaded my deep sleep tormenting the shred of consciousness left in my cells. Years and years went by in seconds, and different people traveled through me with no rest at all, no punctuation marks, not even a comma. On moment I was fighting a war that wasn't mine, bullets everywhere, the other moment I was stealing cocaine from unknown shores, navigating through a calm ocean that was actually very close from home, and of course before we reached the destination the cocaine turned into sugar. Why not salt? I thought, but there was no time for logical questions, there was no time for questions at all.
The next thing I know, there was a huge party in my honor. All the people I knew were there, but not my friends. My girlfriend was missing too. I left her wounded in my other dream, but she seemed fine when we talked  on the phone. 

        Everything was getting killed : my writings, my songs, the girl that I love ; but I was the only one dying...

         Stop killing me in my dreams ! I shouted repeatedly for years and years...a second later I opened my eyes and realized that I was the only one who had the power to do that.