[ WP ] Your dreams gradually merge into reality

I hate dreams, I hate sleep. A portion of time wasted everyday, a lost of control, uncharacteristic. Memories are my tools, my weapons, I remember everything. I remember the address of the clerk that worked the register of the local supermarket, a cross reference to a collection of dossiers for troubled youths. I remember the steps to the waltz with with vivid clarity. I remember my scars, I remember the pain. I remember my first kiss, I remember him. 
 
 I need an anchor, a recording, a time frame. 
 
 An anchor to reality, a helper, him. 
 
 A recording, video, HD, need to read body language. 
 
 A time frame, record when I fall asleep, record when I dream. 
 
 And when I dream, everything has the appearance of reality. How many nightmares have stayed with me throughout my life, how many memories were dreamt up in a childish stupor. A recurring nightmare of creatures in the darkness, a abhorrent fear of the dark, that causes a gloss of light over every vision, every sense. 
 
 And when I wake up, everything seems darker, back again in grim reality. His eyes seem darker, every day they seem darker. I hope this we get through this with our light intact.
