Dreamwork

(I dwell too long on the difference between receding and diminishing.
Perhaps it goes this way:
First you recede. Then you diminish.)

I had this dream that I swallowed a pen whole. Then I spat it out again. Three nights ago I dreamt that I was being put into my coffin (alive). Why do my dreams always vomit up clichés? I've always had an aversion to dream analysis. The things it produces seem so tidy. A cheap neatness. I don't trust the way they fit into place.