I dreamt of falling, like I did every night,
wondering why dreams look like northern lights.
I often fell into the depths of the swirling worlds
I sung into silence
like the sirens I knew existed
in the shadows of my wildest fantasies.
Then I was caught.
I wished to be caught in the twisted net
of the giant arachnid that injected me with its venom.
It was preferable to being caught stark naked
in a poorly lit hallway lined with familiar faces
and pointing fingers.
So I ran.
I ran in slow motion down the hallway made of quicksand
and dug my heels in so deep
I turned the the sand to water
with the power of my feet.
And I waded with desperation to escape
the pursuing snake that skimmed atop the water
on the hunt for a meal.
I could not look away from its comical fangs
like a sabre-toothed tiger that stalked me
in the time before I could understand extinction.
As I stared at its teeth, mine began to give way
and fell out of my mouth
plinking onto the deck of the ship I was steering
because the captain had fallen overboard.
I admired the sails as they billowed and plumed
pulling the creaky mast into the sea of clouds
and guiding me
into the open air
where I was suddenly flying,
how did I get there?
I soared through the air while staring at my feet
not understanding how it could possibly be
until I looked straight up at the hero carrying me
and wished I could remember his name from the movie.
Then he let go and I was falling again
this time landing right in my bed,
where I had been all along on this crazy night.
I woke with confusion
and amazingly, no fright.
Until the boogeyman peered out from the open closet door.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
Got bit by the writing bug.
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