For me remembering my dreams are rare. I usually wake up without remembering any of them. 

Things got a little peculiar the last week, when I can actually remember most of them. Being blown awake by dreams at 3-4 in the middle of the night sucks, It's impossible for me to drift back to sleep. My thoughts haunt me and I find myself starring at my room's ceiling until the morning sun creeps through my window.

I thought I was way over you like a thousand years ago, but you somehow you still come invading my sleep.