Dream Land

I spent the night on a bench on the fishing piers. The cops are too afraid to come out there after dark, so it makes for peaceful slumber. I covered myself with old newspapers in hopes to keep warm.
Out of nowhere the dreams came to me. The painted faces with their horrible glowing eyes that track my every movement. I can't escape them. Even if I try to run they haunt me... they see right through me. I float through the dark mind tide.
In the morning I woke up with cold fear in my heart; then I realized I had soiled myself for all to see. I felt so ruined.