Sleep Damage

In a house I don’t live in there’s a wife I don’t live with. It all makes perfect sense, the pillow is a dream-snatcher it reveals other people’s dreams. A movie I watched late at night turns out to be my life in black and white, the 1940’s were big on unintentional nostalgia. My head skips out of one fantasy into another. Someone is dreaming of me. Someone is in my mind is smoking a reeking cigar opening and closing doors snooping. Please don’t smoke in my mind. The dream guy falls asleep in an easy chair, The hot ash from the stogie turns to flames. I am outside my mind now looking in as firefighters fight a losing battle. One again sleep damage jolts me awake just to tell me to sleep.