As a counterpoint to "Sweet Dreamings"
Chritter, you stay up far too late for me.
My parents would say before we went to bed.
If only. For my dreamsWere nightmaresGrotesque, twisted monstersWould run after meIn a dimly-lit forestOnly to haveA car come by suddenlyAnd run over meCausing my organs to burst And blood to stain the ground. They said,"May your dreams come true!"Forgetting thatNightmaresWere dreams too.
ETA: I didn't write this poem. It just seemed appropriately creepy. Clearly, someone has ISSUES