Alarm blares you awake,
your eyes struggle to open.
What was that dream again?
A lion, a tiger and a bear
chasing you through a white house
that you’ve seen in dreams twice before
so you know where to escape…
No, that was the night before.
Wasn’t it?
Oh, yes… that guy was there,
the one who hasn’t been present
in my dreams for a long time,
with me holding my hand.
But then wait…
I distinctly remember something,
something funny like
a large white hammer.
Perhaps a carnival,
or a performance where my feet
or my words are forgotten
if I remember to show up at all.
Now I’m just lost.
What do they mean?
Are they meant to show
something fake or real?
So bizarre, dreams are.
