From the unspeakable nightmare, to the ordinary isn't much of a distance. I've traveled it already. I've been living in dream-land. Every night it's the same. Someone's trying to kill me, but there's no one to blame. Sleep is not longer a pleasure. I can't wait for the day when I dream about treasure, But I'd just give it away. I can't think of a reason, I'm too tired to think. I should head for the bedroom, and try real hard not to think. As the memories fade out, they lose all urgency.