I am Nightmare.
Where am I?
Nightmare.
Who are you?
Nightmare.
How is this Possible?
Nightmare.

I take the form of your fears.
That spider you try to find,
That snake that hides in the night,
I bring those tears.
That dark corner that creeps and crawl,
That buzzing in your ear,
That quick, deep, dark whisper you catch,
I bring those tears.

Who’s that?
Who?
Who are you?
Who?
The one next to you?
I am Dream.

Who’s that?
Dream.
Who are you?
Dream.
How is this possible?
Dream.

I take the form of your joys.
That four-leaf clover you find,
That mare that runs with delight,
I bring those dreams.
That open field with no wall,
That slow, sweet, light lullaby you hear,
I bring those dreams.