Dream Catchers

I can't stop thinking of the man I killed inside my dream

I walk in the frigid rain to the dream shop with hopes to get rid of my nightmare. The shop is the same old pale pink building that looks more like a house than anything else. The paint is peeling and the stairs creak as I make my way up them.

There's no hiding for me

I push through the battered door to see the bottles of dreams lining the walls; how do they know which bottle holds what?

"Can I help you dear?" An old attendant asks.

"I was here actually to donate a dream..."

"Right this way, let me grab you a glass of cocoa, it's awfully chilly out there."

There is no distraction to mask what is real

I sat in the old chair in the parlor and they attendant came back with the cocoa and my eyelids came to a close. When I awoke I found myself somehow happier, as if the memory of the dream had disappeared all together. I quickly stood and rushed home with my newfound happiness.

I ponder of something terrifying

I woke up screaming. My thoughts shattering as I recalled the vivid creature inside my mind. The monster who killed everything he touched. I ran as fast as I could back to the dream shop to get rid of my thoughts.

Once again I found happiness and lost it to sleep. I soon found myself donating to the shop everyday, my mind slowly forgetting the little things.

My pride is no longer inside.

I found myself falling asleep once again to the terrifying images of the creature, the monster. My thoughts had turned to nonsense, sometimes I forgot my own name,but, I still found myself at the shop every day.

My dreams became more vivid and my memory more scattered. The monster came every night and the shop was my dream catcher.

I started to do terrible things, my mind lost and my soul wandering. I couldn't disguise the fear I felt and the people I used to know noticed. I had forgot not just their names but their faces. My memories jumbled and lost to another dream donated. With my final dream donated and the world of my mind destroyed I laid down to an eternal sleep. With this sleep came my last realization.

The monster in my dreams was me.