Dream Door

I had a dream last night. This one wasn’t about a tall man who I can only see out of the corner of my eye. This one was about a door. I think it was her door, but now I remember that her door didn’t look like that. And it wasn’t where it was supposed to be, anyway.  Maybe it wasn’t, then.  I don’t remember what was on the other side of it, only that it was fucking scary. I remember thinking that if I went through that door, I’d get lost, and never find my way back. I’m pretty sure I didn’t go through, cause I woke up, and I don’t think I would have woken up if I went through.

But you know what? That shit was scary, but I’d rather dream about doors leading to nowhere than that man following me.