Dream me, when my body lays vulnerable under trashed blankets, when my mind convinces itself of the realities of other worlds, when I am not quite here nor there, when I am nowhere.
Dream me for the life I am breathing away, breathing past. Dream adventures that won't be fulfilled at waking and whisper their way into my subconscious.
Dream me whole. Dream me with you. Dream me without you. Dream yourself without ever having met me. Dream me as if I was no more than a stranger. Dream me in the exact moment we met as if, again, you knew nothing about the cobwebs laced amidst my ribcage.
Dream me back to hope. Dream back the ecstasy of opening my eyes to life.