Chaos Dream

I had this dream and in it I was falling up, feet first through this doorway
And I fell into this . . .
Aircraft hangar or some kind of huge building that has those fiberglass walls that let light in
But will not let you see the world outside
And the people I know were running around – Frantic
They were on fire and screaming all kinds of things
So I grabbed some buckets of water and they shrieked that they didn’t want water
It would hurt too much
So I had a plate of beef, boiled potatoes and those thick Italian green beans
And it really wasn’t bad. I especially liked the beans

And they were running around even more frantic and they were pissed . . .
It bothered them that I was not on fire
Some of them even came up to me and lay their hands on me trying to make me burn
And it hurt, but I refused to kindle and threw water at them
It’s like when someone tries to tickle me
And I don’t want to be ticklish
No effect . . .

It got quiet before too long
And I was thinking
You know the beans were good
and while I’m not typically one for boiled potatoes
they did go very nicely with the beef

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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