Return to my Dreams (Or Help Me Remember)

I really miss those times of sleep,
When memories of dreams to keep
Would grace my mind every night
And there would be no dark creatures to fight.

I was me, and waking, alone,
And the nearest to me was accessible by phone.
This is not the reason I long for those days,
But instead, there are factors worthy of praise.

The alarm, it seemed, was just as loud,
And though I alone, I was still stuck in a crowd.
What madness is this? How could I long
For days in which things were not quite as strong?

I guess I'm old fashioned, or maybe selfish,
Or perhaps it comes as from my allergy to shellfish.
Nevertheless, I'll have my greediness said:
I want you in my dreams as well as my bed.