Olives and Wine Anyone?

Some olives and wine.
I'm struggling to sleep, I need my dreams.
Ferocious, I claw my way forward to
more wine and olives.
Outside a graying man nudged
a red swing cautiously while
inside there were more olives and wine.
Blurry-eyed I envisioned with fear
an apparition with fiery eyes.
it stole from me. Everything.
I heard her scream
and the rotting corpses of spiders
in dark corners of my closet shook
in their curled up indifference.
Nobody came. Nobody saw.
But there was more wine and a few olives.
I slept on moist sheets soon after
and awoke later, somewhat soaked within.