This Is A Death Dream

This is a death dream

In the daytime

I go to the cemetery buildings

In search of books

And never do I find the right one

I just browse through death books

When it seems the ones I want are out

In the night time I go with friends to the cemetery

And the entire time concerns

Carousings and adventures within the cemetery

But all others are insincere and even silly

Some figures predominate and I compromise my

Especial meeting to go with them

I always attempt to get some of these friends to go with me

But they are afraid

It seems I do not want to go alone

And leave each successive night with hopes for

Tomorrow's daytime excursion to the cemetery

Last time I was particularly upset

Despair that the right books will never be there

Because people will not bring them back and

My reliance is weak

I should find a way to require that which I want

Of special interest in the dream is the night time attraction

Of particular growing things

Which previously were cultivated in horror with another

In the night wanderings I attempt to get back to these to encounter horror

But they - others are afraid or silly

And one or two are not

But show me replicas which are not the same

This I know and am disappointed

Earlier for interest I had a wine bottle

Weird death monsters approached and I admitted them

As they filed past into my house

Not the bedroom where others were

They danced in the living room

Extremely macabre and death-like moves

Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left

Or escaped