I don't have good dreams.

I don't have bad dreams.

I land in a space of nothingness where my thoughts become my worst nightmare.

A strong wave of anger will wash over me,

Covering my body in the urge to

Hurt.

Maime.

Kill.

I am unable to do anything,

Trapped in this abyss.

When I am conscious,

I step out of that feeling like stepping away from the dinner table.

But, when I sleep it is different for I am encaged in a whole new realm.

My sub conscience controls my thinking.

It tells me it will help me cause pain and destroy those around me.

The worst nightmare I can think of is me following its advice when I wake up.