If This is a dream why are all my nightmares painted on the walls

I see you creeping,
in and out,
of the crevases in my mind.
Like the wind slipping
Into an open window.
I dream this dream,
That creeps in with the breeze.
and even if it comes true.
so as the sun rises,
this will all fade.
eyelids will lift to reveal,
the horors of the night befor.
i dream these dreams
beautiful as they may be.
but painted with water colors
on the canvas of my heart awaiting
a rainstorm.
as beautiful as can be.
as can be
these just might be nightmares to me.