Dream Forced Powers

At the dawn of a particular day

energy depleted cells asked for a resting place

and my sofa welcomed me to embrace its soft touches

‘ash-colored throws’ invited to cover me,

although not forced by these attractive gestures,

eventually, I found myself centered within,

to keep me floating on the livelihood

to continue living for another day.

Soft cushions cared for me with a gentle feel

my eyes began to shut down

the noise went to numbness

lights disappeared

the whole world came to a standstill motion

gradually.

Suddenly, I found myself over the snowy mountain,

trees bent, leaves left the branches,

no people, no birds chirping, no vehicles blowing their horns,

no artificial lights, except the deemed sun-light

coming as a white-ball hanging on the sky canvas,

iced paths to the other mountains — dangerous and challenging to adhere

and the sound of a stag

I gazed upon it,

she stood with its golden horns, glittering body,

drinking water from a sparkling fountain

beside the mountain valley across

fountain not frozen, steamed water coming through the rocks,

the vapors covered the place, a play of shadows in the white background,

asked me to join.

I did; I took a small leap

and realized I was over the ground by a foot or so.

Flying!

I took another leap of faith,

jumped towards the valley from my mountain

towards the fountain, as if I could fly,

I felt the earth moved-

Yes, flying!

Felt like Superman, gliding in the sky

in a smooth motion of tranquility

with the newly found flight ability that I wished for long.

I flew to the valley,

the elegant stag looked onto my face,

and kept doing its chores,

Oops, I saw a bear now, crawling slowly, smoothly

to crush us, me and the stag,

I shouted to it, the bear frightened and walked away

‘Am I the black canary now!’ Felt like it.

The stag looked into my eyes in compassion, saying thank you

and then I felt the motion

a sudden appearance of a polar hole, on the ground I was standing

I jumped again to try my new-found superman hoop,

to realize nothing special to come out,

I was falling again inside the snowy white hole

my senses numbed,

I felt oxygen less, hopeless, and fearful of death.

I tried to shout; no words came out,

I tried to grab the nearby stones and ice-cubes, my hands couldn’t function

I cried to the stag for help, but it was just a stag, you know.

I woke up at last.

Damn! Sleep paralysis happened again.

[Originally published in Medium]