Awake again...

I woke up lost... Whilst I slept, I knew where I was. I had some
form of control over the world because all the sad things, all the mad
things and the inexplicable events could be attributed to being nothing
more than a dream. Out in the real world, everything was a different
tale. The guns would kill, food was poisoned and the earth gently lay
down to die under the brutal hands of the children she had borne. I
tried to sleep some more, to return to the life long friends that I had
made over-night. All I saw in my half conscious reveries was an image
of my face crossed with a rotting apple core and I awoke with a
start.