I dreamt
that I was wrestling
and octopus underwater.

Its tentacles found
my face
in that dank place.

I stopped breathing.
One tentacle around
my throat.
Preventing breath.
Close to death.

I fought
and pulled
and screamed
underwater.

Before I became a shipwreck,
I woke up with my lamp cord
around my neck.

~E.M.S.
2/3/12
12:56 a.m.