There are few things worse,
Than waking in sweat,
With a nightmare still in play.
You feel despair and even dread,
Until you check that all is well,
That all is right, that all is there,
that nothing happened through the night.
Here's a tip I use a lot,
If I need to sleep some more.
I force myself to go back there,
And change the nightmare's evil plot.
I take control,
I change the facts,
I have everything undone.
And even when the dream's too strong,
And it's about to pass again,
I whisper to my self inside,
It's just a dream, you have control,
It's just a dream, everything's fine,
It's just a dream, you can wake up.
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