I dreamt one night of a perfect creek.
It's water as clear as can be.
And plants and tree dotted the land as far as the eye could see.
But the sun was setting,
and I was forgetting the place that I had to be.
So I turned from the sight,
and walked into the night,
entering a land of R.V's.
I crept through the grounds,
wary of the hounds that wore a human visage.
And with stumbling grace I came about face,
with the city that could never be.
The city was dark, nor for the faint of heart.
For none but me walked it's streets.
Each building I found did try to confound, with the oddity of it name.
As each place did state it was NOT what it truly was.
So with each tiring step I stalked down the street,
I needed to find someone in this dream.
Before very long I came upon a sight I'd not in many years seen.
A arcade of sorts, re-imagined as a haunted house.
And with memories of days past, and a smile on my lips, how could I refuse to explore.
Within those halls each step wore me down faster,
And I knew soon I would need to rest.
But as I searched the walls I came upon door which offered me some respite.
For within it stood a clean bathroom from which to rest.
And upon using cool water to keep myself awake I gazed into a nearby mirror.
My reflection was strange, rippling as if in a pool of quicksilver, drawn as if with paint.
But besides the oddness of it all, I could only think I looked quite well.
I left the stall, continuing into the hall, where I came upon a t.v. of brass.
And using a nearby pad it projected strange images.
Corpses in a pile, still wet and living, as a hand came down from the sky.
It took from them muscle, one part at a time, to a place I could not see.
From there I wandered the halls for a time I can't tell,
When I came upon a last room.
It was filled with costumes of every assortment.
And as I walked through the room, a presence was felt behind me.
I turned and I saw a petite young woman, her face covered with shade.
Her straw colored hair, and nurse costume was something for which I was not prepared.
She approached me in silence but with each step I could see a needle in her hand.
"And what is that for?" I remember my self asking.
"So you wont feel any pain when you're awake" Is what she replied.
And with that said she pushed the needle into my arm, and with a start I awoke in my bed.
Now I must wonder if it was just a dream, why did I feel the sting of the needle? And why have I not dreamed since?
