What Dreams Did Come
I woke up, said to myself "that was strange." Then fell back to sleep.
This time around I dreamt that a horrible volcano erupted (because that happens so often in Kansas) and everyone was evacuated to one side of town. My family, both halves of it (now you know it was a dream) were together in the old crappy mall lying in sleeping bags. I told everyone I was going back to our house [across the river of molten lava] to rescue our cat Jake who we had forgotten in the laundry room. In reality or dream-reality I suppose, I just wanted to take advantage of the situation by looting stores and homes. So I guess in dream world I'm a felon. Stranger still huh? Or is it. . . . .
"There are no facts, only interpretations." —Friedrich Nietzsche