What happens to dreams that have died? Sometimes they hang around like rotting corpses corrupting your life.... Other times they become shambling zombies, half alive things haunting you with your failures.
Really to me it doesn't matter much which describes dead dreams, for as far as I can tell I've murdered my dreams with malice aforethought.
All that remains is a slow descent into hell, and that's because I'm a coward who fears not succeeding in a clean end. But hell is all I can see from the charnal house of dead dreams.