"A Dream"

Well once upon a time or at least in this dream I was a kid in a huge tribe of kids. We were ragged dirty all sorts, but we were fast, and smart. We were survivors.

The Dream happens on a sunless world. Night eternal. The landscape a beat down war ruin. We roamed blackened streets factories tunnels always looking to scavenge.

In dreams you have close comrades who on your waking vanish. Only to be waiting for you when you sleep again.

This dream was just so.

I loved my tribe. My dream-time cadre of wild eyed warriors. We hunted sang, and slept together. Who could ask for more?

A Mystery.

There were mysteries in this dream world. I remember a bunch of us sitting on a pile of bricks looking up watching huge dirigibles. Great floating cities. They were silent as they floated by.

Silent, but burning. They sailed over us one after another burning brightly, but not consumed.

The dream morphed we were running all of us. Dragons. We were hunted  by great T-Rex dragons. Wow they was pissed. I mean weren't none of 'em smiling!

We dropped telephone poles sharpened at one end on them. This pinned some of to the street. We later cooked, and ate these. We flew from street to window to roof to tree.

We could fly! ...or least do great Spider-Man leaps. It was so real I could hear the whistle of wind in my ears the rush of cold air in my face. All the while being chased by Dragons! My gawd it was fun!

The dream morphed again.

As I leaped from a hungry T-Rex I landed in a kind of tree house. Suddenly it was quiet so quiet. My friends had gone I was in another place,...another dream?

I was on a world of trees. A forest planet. Like America before white men ate it or Endor from the Star Wars mythology.

A pale ringed moon was breaking on the horizon.

'But this, this dream is another story for another time.

Stay tuned.