Involentery Memories and Welcomed Nightmare

Last night I dreamt I saw you again. I was trapped in a cellar, a boiler room, perhaps the basement of a hulking, concrete building. The ground, the walls, and I were shaking. Dust was shooting from the corners of the room. I clung to a staircase like a drowning swimmer. A metal monster, artifact of wartime came stomping like terror in the night. On the last step of the stair was the boot of a killing machine. I bid no greeting, I asked nothing of it and yet, it stepped towards me while the whole earth quaked. With one steel hand it smashed the faceplate of its helmet. Inside was your face when you were young and sweet. With the same hand, you made a fist and all the air left the room. I woke up, suffocating. Your phantom hand was still around my throat and I missed you.