I fell asleep one night and had a dream
I am alone, somewhere yet nowhere,
And I can’t quite figure out exactly where I am
In my dream the sun is bright and shining
There is a pond and some hills
Some birds and a couple farms
Yet I am far away from all that
I am sitting on a bench
People walk by
Their briefcases flash before me
No one stops to say hi
Or even glance toward me
Except for some pigeons
Who just kinda stand there staring at me
I feed them what all the bread I have left
Which is what they were really hoping for
But thunder strikes
And they all fly away
To the Christmas tree across the river
The waves pound against the shore
And the sand gets pulled in...
Pulled out...
Pulled in to the circle of the sunlight
In the eye of the storm
Snowflakes begin to fall
And everything is covered in a blanket of white
What were once sticks and stones
And grass and bones and leaves
Are all white
White as the clouds passing by
Making shapes of castles and dragons
And unicorns and my plane begins
To fly above the clouds
To a land never dreamed possible...
But this is a dream and it is possible
Or at least it was
Until the alarm clock (of reality) goes off – 8:09AM
Do I hit the snooze button or not?
Click.
Aaaaah – 9 more minutes
To continue my flight above the clouds
But the plane is gone
Now I am in another nowhere
In a movie theater
A drive-in theater
And I am the star
Up in the sky
Blinking and winking
And thinking and wishing
Pulling the bucket out of the well
Dropping a penny
And picking up one from the ground
Heads up on a sidewalk
Don’t step on a crack...
Step...
Step...
Step...
Ring the doorbell...
Ooops – that’s the alarm clock (of reality) again – 8:18AM
One more time?
Click.
Now I am on a highway to yet another nowhere
It is night and I am alone
Drumming on the steering wheel
The clock says 2:15AM...
No, 8:19AM...
No, it’s 2:15AM
And the lights if the city have finally
Appeared on the horizon
I stop behind a stalled car on the shoulder
There’s a full moon out
The man inside is smiling
As he’s sitting on a park bench
With a bottle and a pipe
Smoke...
A campfire...
No, a bonfire
And a group of people are sitting around it
One someone gets up and walks away solemnly
But unnoticed by the other someones
They’re telling ghost stories
And I feel myself floating upwards
I look at my right hand
I can see right through it
It’s nearly invisible
I’m unsure of myself and what I am
And as I look back
Everything behind us is invisible
Gone...
Disappeared...
Quiet...
So I moan
Little kids scream and run away
Big kids laugh loudly but nervously quietly
It is Halloween, right??
But now I’ve scared myself
Until I hear sleigh bells...
No, it’s that damn alarm clock (of reality) again – 8:27AM
No thought needed this time...
Click.
It doesn’t work!
Click...
Click click...
Click click click click SLAM!
The snooze alarm is finally broken
So I turn the alarm off
Climb out of bed and plant my foot on the...
On the...
Falling...
Falling into a different nowhere
Where did the floor go?
Falling endlessly
Flapping wings that I don’t even have
Hoping for a miracle
Grabbing for something but holding onto thin air
Until I find a tree branch
And some ornaments fall off
And a church bell rings in the distance...
And I FINALLY figure out which where I am at...
And I am awake (in reality)
And I get up
And I begin another day...
...another trip until I fall asleep again...
