IDREAM OF NIGHTMARES

Gently, yet with almost a mechanical nature to the way he moved, doll eyes were turned around and sorted about.
"he must hate me."
was said here and there to himself, whispering, lost in the dread of something no one could know was true or false.
"why must I be a nightmare? why must I bring fear?"

The great distress of the grand nightmare
ripped a tear between the world of the sleeping and the world of the waking.