When I sleep and dream
All laws of Physics go right out of the window.
At once
I’m in a room
Yet out in the open streets.
Turn my back on the house
And it is gone
No matter where I search.
There is Mum and Dad
And many more
No longer with us now.
Sometimes I recall they are dead
And ask them of their afterlife
But their answers make no sense.
At other times
People change from one to another
Or even morph into objects
Or animals
Or anything.
While dreaming
Stories and memories pop into my head
Often false
From nowhere.
I set out to do something
Only to get frustrated and lost.
Stress dreams just before I wake.
Dreams of jobs I hated
And piles of paperwork.
Dreams of the past, present and future.
No Tardis required.
All space and time
Thrown together
In the whirlwinds of my mind.
Yet the good news is
That sometimes I can fly.
Paul Butters
© PB 17\9\2018.
Dream, dream, dream.