oh my gosh

stealing dreams, lucidly,
thinking I can’t sleep.
Inside a dream,
playing loosely,
it feels too real to be.
Is this a dream?
What is the tell, pray tell?
It’s a dream,
why is there a door,
here in the wall?
What burning version of hell—
It’s fine, it’s always been there,
you’ve just, never used it.
Am I asleep?
No, this is your place.
Let’s go over to the skylight in the kitchen.
Yeah, that wasn’t there before.
You only use it in the summer.
Wait. This doesn’t make any sense.
Is this a dream?
Repeat. Lucidly.
Tick tock.
Thinking I can’t sleep.
Why.are.you.handing.me.human.remains.in.a.jewellery.box?