dreams where i wake up tangled in sheets, can't breathe and they cycle me in and out of consciousness, over and over. i wake up to reassure myself i'm dreaming, that my eyes are open, look that is the cat in a lump on your hip, the clock says three am.

riding a bike with no pedals, total invasion of the body snatchers scenario, only with cheerleaders and football fields, a creepy photographer who smokes by my desk at work and leaves me love letters and bus tokens, drops money on purpose so i will return it to him later.

writing them down these dreams don't sound scary but oh they were heart racing and blood rushing pounding in ears scary and now i want tea, the old sort of cartoons from when i was little and one of my powerpuff girl waffles.