I dont want to wake up. I cant feel the cold of life. I cant feel fear in my dreams. When awake we are green and red bits glowing under a machine lights turn off and on and people of science convince themselves they know whats going on. Backs are patted hand are shaken. Test record collect. They tell us what we already know. We are all dying dying slow. When awake there is a feeling of impending doom and if you cant feel it close your eyes or open them further. When were in a box underground heaven is finally above us but its not in the sky. Heaven is the planet we lived on and all of the angels are people. Here in a dream its just me floating in the back of my mind among parts we dont fully understand.