June 10, 2002
Dream-catcher. Thief of dreams. You came and took what was not yours to take. And I want them back. But they were only nightmares, you say in your silky, cunning way, sending shivers down my spine. But they were my nightmares; you had no right to them. The nightmares were my memories and now you've stolen them away. You don't need those memories, all you need is me, you whisper deceptively into my ear, making my head spin with all the impossibilities you present. I try, but I can't resist. And so my Dream-snatcher, this dream is yours to take.