I Don't Want To Stop Dreaming

I woke up, in another dream. I am sitting in my favorite office chair, in front of my computer, holding my remote mouse ... the desk top screen is looking, like it was glued onto my monitor, and my favorite, cartoon cat, is hanging on for dear life ...
I see my skin as being photosynthetic , I know that it isn't right ... needs to be pinker, with a touch of egg shell ....
I miss my electronics ... so yeah, now I am forced to live in the 70's again ... yes, again. Who are you to judge me? I am nothing, but a part of the grander picture, as you are. Our life forces were, all connected to one another ...
Then there were, bursts of radiation, coming out of the sky, showering down on us, like heavy rain storms, taking out any electrical field, that was in its path ... my path was disrupted, as it was for the other paths around me.
I am writing this from my lap top, it's hooked up to a generator, which can only be run for short periods of time ... I keep it in a locked shed, with barbed wire fencing, all around it, at least 6 feet high ...
My dream is starting to come to an end, things are starting to get wavy, but I don't want to go back to reality. I don't want to stop dreaming.
Oh damn, I wake up again, in the outer dream world to; no light, no running water, no safe food to eat, no clean air to breathe. The only thing to do again, is to lay here, and wait till I can fall asleep ... again. I close my eyes, and think, when will it end, (the darkness), when will it end?