The following entry was composed (for the most part) as I headed toward sleep last night, September 1, and is being posted today.
After I had crawled in bed and closed my eyes very tight
Explosions started inside my head producing bright flashes of light
Each dot of lot reminded me of the lighting bugs we caught in our yard
There were so many back in my youth collecting them wasn't even hard.
Then I thought about a dream I had as a child more than once or twice
Miniature jet fighter planes and pilots floated from the sky like bits of wedding rice
I would catch those parachuting planes and men with nets used for butterflies
But when I told my brother in the morning to him it was just a lie.
Then there were the dreams that I caused me fright for many a day
Of the growling dog chasing me with fangs and drool and not a word could I say
Nor could I move my body not even my feet no matter how hard I did try
I remember being consumed by pure panic and fear as I thought that I would die.
There was the dream of being at school and discovering we had a major test
But I was the only one caught unaware so there was no way to do my best
I looked around at the other students with whom I went to that school
And sat dejected knowing that I looked like a total fool.
But now my dreams are different and are as pleasant as can be
Filled with new experiences and adventures like flying around gravity free
Exploring times and places to which in life I will never get to go
Now my dreams are tickets to a nightly extraordinary show.
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1 comment:
Actually Ron the planes and pilots were real, but I didn't want to frighten you. As to the fireflies - they were aliens.
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