dreams of insomnia

Someone once told me the last thing you think of before falling asleep is realized by your minds' imaginative capabilities in dream form.

Whether this can be preserved as the truth, I don't know. The replicating emotions spawned by memories created by thoughts plague the mind all day until it needs rest.

But what if the boundaries are breached and the emotional floodgates spill into your dreams? What then?

That beautiful woman you saw at the store earlier in the day, was she the woman in your dream? or was she just a face painted over something else that you know all too well? Or are you altogether unsure if it was even a woman in your dream at all? The idea of of someone special, someone loved, depicted by a grotesque yet beautiful warped figure twisting in and out of darkness as your mind spins its deceptively intricate web. A conversation takes place in a second, your eyes twitch beneath their lids, and the figure changes. Gaining wings and an aethereal aura that blinds you. But approaching her yields no gain. The warmth felt from within the wings is not yours to keep, but yours to make.

Once again, your eyes are open. The darkness is gone, and the thoughts are ready to make the memories, which are ready to make the emotions. All over again.

Damnit.