What happens when dreams become the only source of communication?

They say dreams come true
Dreams of unrelenting joy
Dreams in which I would never have to wake up
For waking up disrupts that of which I don't have to wish will come true

Then there are the dreams of an unsurpassed terror
Nightmares by definition
No words could do these dreams justice
Justice through the jaws of a hardened criminal

Dreams are like wishes brought to life
Then in the blink of an eye taken away
Forgotten with no sign of recovery
Why does this always happen to me?

Dream, to dream, to hope for a better day
To always have something to say
And for that something you said to haunt you as your eyelids shut
Accountable for anything I say or do, whether I like it or not

But one dream keeps reoccurring
A dream I can't ever see coming true
It's one where I see someone I had never met
With this dream I wish came a clue

She haunts me as she looks into my some-what non-existent eyes
Where is this ghost now, this beautiful punishment?
Could she be a product of my lonely imagination through and through?
Or maybe she is the wish that still needs to become true.

Why is it that anger finds its way to show itself every time I awake?
Realizations of never going to get this one sense of satisfaction
Every time I dream I believe
Every time I awake I deny