In the waking world he’s lovely
But he really is a dick in dreams
So very consistently that it’s become something of a tell:
If Jolly Dan plays the part of douche—
well then I know my surroundings are amiss
And that a dream has fell
Like when I invite old Ann to have a sup with us two
And I say “it’s about time the three of us got together”
But Jolly Dan merely stands and stares
A face of mighty pissed glares
And then leaves abrupt
Or when that same Jolly Dan brings his love
To an ornate cinema palace as in days of yore
“This must be Sylvia?” I surmise
“No. It’s someone else,” Dan answers, pissed all the more
“Oh?” I ask, with a mighty grin
But he only repeats his blunt phrase, all sense of jollity wiped thin
One more example, in case you believe me not:
I’m resting in his abode
But my friend is strangely distant
Jolly Dan says not a word, and then rushes down the stair
I rush after, to see how Ethiopia did fare
“After all, were you not to be gone a month?”
“Dude,” says Dan, “I fell in a hole.”
And there it was
A fine reason to be put out, but for an absolute change of role?
Ah, I must be dreaming
For’n Jolly Dan does prove a douche, there’s nothing else for gleaming
And so were all my schemings
To simply end any such nightmare
By taking note of Daniel’s fare
But on one night the trend did break
And from the dream I ceased to wake
For hours long, with toil and strife
Amidst grave themes of death of life
Which started when I called him up
And said, “Have you heard about the cities?”
“Yeah,” replied Dan, a bit melancholy, “They’re not they’re anymore.”
And truly they were not
Minnie Apple, and Saint Paul
Struck away by the Thunderball!
I’d receieved word early
That there would be
A nuclear bomb dropped, ‘bout half past three
And in my car I then did race
To beat the nuke and save my face
By grace of God I made it home
To ol’ Hutchins and my mome
These things were strange, but Dan seemed well
And so it could not be! No dream to tell!
This was real inside my mind!
A terror’s uprise then to find!
But not before we took in meats
And so I asked him in our seats:
“Where’d you like to eat? The place is yours for the choosing”
And as though all time was losing
Jolly Dan swift swung the car— like it was an action movie—
Into the parking lot of McDonald’s
Which stands not in our real world
For in our world the spot is a Veteran’s Park
But in this dream it rendered not a bark
I only scolded Dan for his lack of taste
And what could’ve been grand was laid to waist
Our bellies full, we rode for ruined ‘skirts
Of the towns we loved since youthful hurts
And on the way did speak
Of a dream within this dream wherein we both beheld some freak:
Of an assish classmate, demon turned
His name was Ty, I think
And one night after a show down at the rink
He shows up in my own car, racing by with sickest smile
So me and Dan chase him mile for mile
To roads I’d not seen for many a day
Determined to make Ty Rogers pay
“Seriously, you’ve got to stop,” say we, “It feels like you’re trying to kill us”
“That’s the idea!” screams Ty with a cuss
And then he transforms into some black leathery beast and kills us
“Yeah, that was creepy as hell,” says Jolly Dan, remembering
Now we are in present tense, and tempering
For we come upon towns overrun
Deserted in the midnight sun
Despite the blast of atom’s rip
That green building on Lexington did not strip
There we park, await a van
Of supremist folk who seek to kill Jolly Old Dan
For Dan is black, these folk are of terror
Against other races, and that accounts for their bomb
Now Dan and I hope to send them to hell
But how we will do it, we cannot yet tell
The van comes near, I track it on our phone
Of a sudden we feel so very alone
And so we rush in to the green glass tower
And find a sole desk clerk alone at that hour
We plead with her:
“Hide us from the terrorists, please”
She shows us the way to’n apartment with cheese
And there in the closet do Dan and I hide
While gunshots cry out in the green glass so wide
Luckily the kind-hearted desk clerk had said
“If they come near you, say WEREWOLF, it may save your head”
And so as the masked men open the door
I put my hands up and say “Werewolf” galore
They glance at each other
Then nudge one another
“You’re cool,” they say then
Removing their masks numbered ten
And what a surprise
Most of these white supremists are black
Doesn’t make much sense; the logic does lack
But because we said “werewolf,” we sit on the floor
And dream up the future, and what is in store
Now Dan and I frame their minds
Their goals and ambitions to other targets and finds
We, now all together, are planning something big.
Perhaps it was the vast technological resources
Of that once bold terrorist group
That led my friend Dan and I to the land of the soup:
The 1950s!
As it was in our nation
To encounter young family members, in some strange presentation
But before long, something’s truly amiss
Our faces not our own—
“You may change faces,” we were warned, but heeded it too little
Now in a lightless room we’re sewn
With insectuous masks while plays a haunting fiddle
We try to take off the masks, but they’re stuck on quite
With gooping acid dripping down with a bite
But this horrifying transformation is not our final state to be
For after being insects, we turn to thee:
Lucille Ball, and yes, Desi!
That is the final doom of we.
To be Lucy and Desi
But in cheap plastic masks, you see…
At that time I woke, and hounded myself.
Why did you not wake sooner?
Clearly things were strange.
Clearly things were dreamlike.
Clearly all was impossible beyond belief.
“But I’ve an excuse,” muttered back my other side. “For Daniel was a proper friend through all of that. And so it seemed to be real life.”
And then I fell asleep once more, for it was the middle of the night, and I was in sore need of better rest.
About the Creator
liell
Admirer of medieval history and mythology, as well as science fiction and surreal dream-like narratives. I am a lover of onion and cheese, rain and river, and fine cloudy days, when the green rises up to meet the swirling grey.
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