dramatic dream (Photo credit: unNickrMe)

I had another dream last night
in it I wanted to fight
and run and hide from things within
things I had no idea what
they were or why they caused such fright.

My dreams are always scary to me
I never have one in which I see
beautiful women or babies and such
instead they are of the violent kind
in which I can never run away
from the things from what I dream
I can never fight although I try
and as my legs are my strongest things
I kick and flail and send covers flying
and wake up just before I am die-ing
of whatever it is that chases me.

The dogs on the bed are well aware
and when I go into my kicking routine
fly off the bed in an attempt
to avoid my flailing legs and feet
Be-Be has learned that if she barks
out of the trance I instantly snap
and full of apologies to my furry friends
between us we re-build the bed again
and settle down into the night
hoping that no more we will fight.

I can never remember of what I dream
I know at the time they do seem
unusually real for this I am sure
or why would I want to escape and fight
real enough to make me wake in a sweat
wondering how I can forget
and go back to sleep and dream of good things
of pastures green and birds on a wing
of my dogs and my friends and the good life I lead
instead of the horrors that are my dreams.

For me dreams come in only two kinds
and I try to put both out of my mind
as neither gives pleasure where pleasure is sought
a forewarning or foreboding  of bad things to come
or maybe the things I fear the most
in my subconscious are to the front.

Maybe the TV is to blame and the Sci-Fi channel
which I watch a lot is planting the seed
of that nights dream although the dream
no resemblance bares to what I was watching
before I climbed the stairs
to my bedroom along with my dogs
to lay down my head and my troubled mind
will reflect of the things of the worst kind.

I have to say that lucky for me
and the dogs as they are usually involved
these dreams do not occur too much
and most nights we sleep the tired sleep that men
content in their minds and with their lot
and for women care not one jot
but are happy to spend the rest of our lives
living our dreams the ones of good times
the ones in which we dream
of a better place that we can spend
the rest of our lives until that day
when the dream will be unbearably real
and all of the fighting and kicking too
will be of no use for the time is wrote
and awake from the dream an impossible task
as we lay there and breathe our last.

For this time Be-Be with her barks
will no longer wake me from my sleep
for this time I have gone too far
and crossed the line between night and day
and life and death, good dreams and bad
and have joined my Maker in the sky.

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