There are the people
who believe
that your dreams
tell you
about yourself,

that your dreams
say something
about
who you really are,

and that's
got me thinking
because

there's a girl,
whom I know
intimately well,

who dreams about
half-monsters
who chase her
downhill
and in
parking garages,

who writes about
creatures
with yellowed
and jagged teeth
dressed
in skin and bone.

She was lying
in bed
the other day,

thinking
about this,

and she remembered
that people
believe that
this might say something
about her true self.

And the only thing
that came to mind
was the fact that

she's the kind of girl
who wants
to get chased
by not quite human monsters
in the dead of night.

She's the kind
of girl
who'd much rather have
a nightmare
directly
out of a fairy-tale
sink his claws
into her

than any
real
thing
here.