I have this dream
Where I'm driving up a
Steep and winding mountain
Road and the houses are lush
As if they were built for middle class kings
It is winter and the trees
Are all sleeping until spring
I pass through a pale stone
Gate and it's snowing
In my head I am counting
Each snowflake
In case I have to remember them later
I get to 1,058 when my
Mailbox appears
The letters are addressed to me
But my name is different
Than the one I was born with
Suddenly I stop the car
At a clearing and it is summer here
Close up of a black and yellow butterfly

In the pasture there are gladiators
It feels like seconds
But it's really hours
It's a blood bath
Of swords and bodies
And clanging polished armor
Finally they all lay still
But the victor
He picks me up
With his big brown eyes
He slings me over his shoulder
By a creek he sets me down
And when I kiss his wounds
They close up
Without even leaving scars
I wake up and I think I know him