I found this today and it seemed right on the recent nightmare note. Written during a time when I was doing A LOT of development for the web page, obviously.

Nocturnal Admissions

When I sleep, I dream of beautiful skin. I dream of waking in a pink puff of smoke wearing a dress made from rose petals. Marabou slippers. Perfectly pedicured feet. As a child, I thought that spiders would find me asleep. Upon rising, I believed every mark to be that of the deadly black widow; lived in fear of its poisonous bite. Now I dream them ten feet tall, male and awful. I dream in html, my subconscious fears and desires being uploaded onto the world wide web without my consent, beyond my control. Scroll down to see my broken heart. Download a sound file of my sweating the nightmare. Watch streaming video of my face coming off, night after night. Click on the icon of my sleeping breasts, and read all the reasons you should love me. Sign the guestbook, leaving your mark on my neck. In the morning, I will imagine you with eight legs, the death of me—my beautiful skin and perfectly pedicured feet, tucked in their marabou slippers.