Hindsight Is 20/20 But My Foresight Needs A Better Prescription

This is a dream
Stop
As soon as I awake I'll recall it to be a nightmare
So the next time I lay my head to sleep
I can pretend that this isn't what I wanted
And instead
Is something I should avoid
Like a plague or cancer upon my subconscious
How did it get this way?
Through years of denial
Culminating into the very heartbreak seeker that lies before you here
But in these groggy hours of the mid-morning
Where the line between fact and fiction blurs
I will pretend you are my guardian angel
And that is something I can hold on to