I have a dream... And then another

Waking up in a house without central heating
Is like waking up in a chest without a heart beating
My bones are dead and my whole body is cold
And my hands are red and I feel seventy years old
This pain in my stomach is recurring every morning
There’s a pit in my gut and I feel like I’m falling
And every inch deeper I get the more I forget
Until I wake up in a sweat from having passed out
Laying down on the floor looking up at the ceiling
That yellow stained ceiling and the wallpaper peeling
I feel like I’m dying and I think that I’m dreaming
I drive a fast car and I own a big house in the country
I’ve won several Oscars and my wife is sultry
We eat fine gourmet cuisine from fine china dinner sets
The dining table is ten feet long, that’s where our family sits
But it’s just a dream
So I stay lying on the floor like twelve-stone of debris
And think about when it was I left myself behind