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