Three More Days Till Halloween

The nightmare had finished with me, it spat me back into reality.
I looked around my room illuminated in half light, faint images appearing through the muted vision of the recently awakened. My violent reappearance into waking life had left me with a fevered sweat that crept across my brow like a millipede marching without purpose.
The hellish visions that plagued my night time world were more horrifying than a gallery of gory ghouls galloping across the graves of the recently deceased. More skin crawling than a trip to the Theatre Du Grand Guignol for a midnight show.
The Dream Demons had shown me a world that could be mine, a world of cold unfeeling, a universe oblivious to potential, a stage with no lighting where I performed alone to a crowd of shadows. A dead end job repeating itself until fade out, with no rewards, hours, days, weeks, years falling like a stack of blank paper indecipherable from each other on a carpet of white ash.
A life where the light of life and others pushed me to the comfort of the dark, afraid to reach for the sun for fear of being too small to even get close. An island life with no bridge of others to see the rest of the world around me. A life where the most comfortable thing was the least, accept the inevitable decay of the flesh and the mind and await the end in a decadant display of apathy to life, love and the rising sun. A life lived inside this imperfect skin, a life over without setting root, without trying,
But, It was only a dream.....