Throughout my childhood
I had recurring nightmares
About men coming to kill me
They would pop into a random dream
And machine gun me down
Or stab me to death
Or just chase me, intending murder.
It wasn’t very pleasant.
Last night, in my dream
I inadvertently stumbled into the middle
Of a gang shooting some other people
And they saw me.
They started to chase me.
But this dream suddenly changed