An Oneironaut

As his corporeal being fades, all his nightmares are by a dreamcatcher caught
Neural pathways guiding his amorphous lucid dreams, for he is an oneironaut
Opening doors along an endless corridor, for he is sure there is a better place
Neither here, nor there, but somewhere else, in the domain of time and space
Evanescing into his imagination's conjurations, he has orchestrated to exploit
In his solipsistic reveries he is slaying monsters, for he is a noble knight, adroit
Roaming through a dystopian paradise lost, of his id's creations new behaviour
On a grandiose self-righteous mission, to be his true and one and only saviour
Nightmares quietly tempt his restless sleeping body, but he's far away instead
And in a transcendental realm, he is courting those, he believes to be undead
Under the eternal spell, of the necromancers, he may choose to live in dreams
The final poisoned chalice, of inveiglement, as immortality beguiles and teems