In Sleep

Last night I had the strangest really cool dream.

To begin with, I was a boy driving this HUGE humvee type truck thing, refueling at the last station in what could have been a million miles. I was also waiting for a girl, and when she came into my truck it was a breath of fresh air. But due to some bad trades we had no water or food to keep us on the trip.

We drive through dunes and sandy hills (more dunes) going on an on through a sort of endless golden brown haze of wind-patterned sand while our identities and roles quickly shift unnoticed (as happens in dreams).

And we're 3 aboriginal boys, human boys, running away from the police of fantasy creatures because humans aren't allowed on this land. We run through swamps and become covered in mud. WE run through a tunnel of ever changing bright light colors making the strangest shapes on the walls. It's triangular and we crouch down, pressed against the wall, allowing the colors to shine onto our skin to camouflage as the henchmen that look like toads or ogres or really large men in uniforms rush past us gruffing and huffing.

We run out of an red-doored emergency exit to see the most idyllic beautiful forest up ahead. THe trees make the shape like a disneyland princess castle and it practically shines and glitters in the distance. It is our goal because once in this magical forest we'll be protected.

We begin to lope through the open field which is like any movie picturesque open field, with wheat and grass up to our waists being gently and rhythmically moved by a breeze.

But we hear a shout and know that the guards have seen us, we stop dead, look one another in the eye and all run back towards the rainbow tunnel and swamp.

We're clinging for dear life through waves and mud and our dying strength to the poles of the bottom of the pier that holds the tunnel up. WE duck under it hoping to escape detection. If they see us here, there's no where left to run.

I wake up just as I hear the shouts of our discovery.