Dreams are Not My Friends

Though I know dreams work for us, in helping us organize our minds and purge stressful thoughts, for me they seem to be doing nothing but harm lately: I will be asleep one moment, immersed in a very good dream of better times, and awake to hear voices and see faces as clear as if I'd seen them or heard them yesterday. But I awake alone. And it seems that no matter how hard I work during the day to regain myself, the night works against me and I am lost again when morning comes.