So much of what has happened seems like a dream, dark and frightening.
Among all my dreams the dark dream of love was the most faithful.
It felt as if he were stumbling in a dark dream.
Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun, filled day.
When sleep finally came, he dreamed dark dreams in which dead men walked.
What she saw crouched there must certainly be part of a dark dream.
It was she who slept, sliding down into me long dream- less dark.
She heard them talking about her as if listening from a dark dream.
In the morning he asked the girl what her dark dream had been, but she couldn't recall much about it.
I finally got to sleep, to have long, dark dreams.
