Blue-green waterfalling dreams,
each rivulet a cascading stream,
consciousness loose like swarming flies,
all behind rapid moving eyes.

Psychedelic colored worlds
are revealed as night unfurls
thrown headlong into situations
all created by sleep imagination.

Traveling in unknown crafts
with gray men, who know new maths,
large black eyes stare unblinking,
but they know what I'm thinking.

Suddenly on a river, paddling,
yellow raft I am straddling,
heading toward a roaring sound,
and water falling to the ground.

Over the precipice, I begin to fall
screaming out for help I call,
with a jolt, I wake in bed,
dreams and nightmares in my head.