A dream i had

I’ll start with this, then get on to the dream i had.

I was given some homemade donuts today! They were delicious, but GOD they were greasy. I mean, you can practically SEE THROUGH the bag they were in. But damn… yummy.

And this was my dream from last night:

I was in this room in the middle of a sandy plain
The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained
At the side of the bed were soft cushions

Two-dimensional ships, like ocean liners, sailed across this desert
As they passed, their huge bulks were disappearing into a thin line
These ships were always full of people facing the windows
And i got the impression that the peoples’ problems
seemed like an everyday reality
Following deep tracks, the boats kept passing by

I came to an unmanned sort of harbor
and stood on the sand in no water
and watched as the boat’s tail lowered its doors
and one by one the ships descended from the larger boat to the sand
and sailed off in different directions across the desert
The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect time

I watched seven or eight of these drop-offs
and realized the process, the ships and the people within them never differed
I thought about following any of these ships to the end of their journey
but suspected I would end up back here
or a place so similar that I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference

The rest of the dream can only be summed up in vague images:

Walked over to the window
Climbed on the window-ledge
and jumped out
I wasn’t scared
I knew i could fly

A whiff of smoke, an empty egg, an orange in its peel

Roses from the North
A front room (Endless hours, weeks, years even)
Linoleum, yellow formica
Lots of milky tea (Only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don’t want to do this)
(The sun sets in the west) (I really really really don’t want to do this)
Straight-backed chairs (This is where we started each night) (You made me do it)
Steamy glass-pane window (We could only travel at night)
(Bang bang bang on the door)
Warped door of an embassy (I awoke, ran downstairs)
(Nobody knew that we were sleeping there) (A letter dropped to the floor)
Toasted cob of corn
Crinkly-cut fries, a bendy fork (A vague sense of direction)
Polyester, pink gingham…
(Nothing told us where we were)
I awoke, a cat licking my face.

Amateur dream interpretists, do your best.

I haven’t forgotten and you haven’t forgotten, let’s forget together someday,

~Brier Random

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