Dreams are such strange creatures

Presenting vivid or

amorphic features

 

They steep your mind

in make-believe

Where past & present

Interweave 

 

I'm in the woods

'neath a gnarly tree

Where friends of old 

run wild & free 

 

Friends who now rest

as soil or ash

Or who simply faded

into time's elapse

 

But, I'm standing there

Fully grown

Coconut in hand?

Slippers of stone?

 

Me school tie's a snake

Slithering about

I can't catch

the damn thing

I cry & shout out!

 

But, something comes creeping;

a feeling of dread

As darkness drifts in

amongst foliage, now dead

 

Me legs try to run,

but me slippers are heavy

And, besides, I'm now standing

In a big bowl o' jelly!

 

But, the dread drifts away,

as I look to the sky

To see the sun, replaced

by a lovely apple pie

 

Then, ahead in green fields

nestles pot-holes of gold

Overflowing with syrup 

A treat to behold!

 

I scoop out their innards,

with sweet, sticky skin

This beautiful nectar

of our earthly kin

 

Then I roll & I wiggle,

and burrow into earth

And emerge gasping air

on the day of my birth

 

All the family sit gaping

As I sit on the bed

Dripping shit & strange fluid

Embryonic sack on me head

 

Like some reluctant spaceman

I shoot up to the stars

And make little patties

with dust particles from Mars

 

Then, me little Granny - 

the one I never met

Floats down upon a feather

"Have you met ye Dad yet?"

 

I tell her, "Of course I have

"Or else I wouldn't be!"

So, we sit and have a natter

With a lovely cuppa tea!

 

This, all Perfectly coherent

to the creature that is dreams

Who comes with a needle

to pick away our worldly seams 

 

But, then I'm on a precipice!

I know I'm gonna fall!

I slip & scream like a child

A high pitched banshee call!

 

And now, I'm wide awake!

Leaping out of bed!

The Wife has grabbed the bedside clock

And thrown it at me head!

 

Later,

 

I settle down

To recall a dream I'd never know

But, the only question

that remained, was:

 

Where'd me coconut go? 

 

End.