my dear horrible little dreams,
it will be overestimating,
to think that haunting me in the night,
will ruin me and my day.
for i wake up every time you do this,
and attempt to lightly flick you away,
like a speck of dust.
the more i am used to doing it,
the better i become.
so my dear horrible little dreams,
hear me loud and clear.
I do not mind,
because You do not Matter.