“….and then I woke up”
But there was nothing
to be like, scared about, you know?
It was just a nightmare.
The 747 I wasn’t flying wasn’t about to explode.
From the Everest I wasn’t climbing, I wasn’t gonna off load.
There wasn’t a fire.
There wasn’t a wave.
The mobs
of ghosts, of goons at a rave
of slithery snakes, of bone eyed witches,
of leporous gouls with razor birch switches
were like,
you know,
simply not there.

So, I was sort of like,
you know,
bummed out!
See, my life has been borderline boring lately.
Pretty ordinary stuff.
So, like I said, I was sort of let down
that I wasn’t mired in roots of goooeeeey willows.
I wasn’t buried in slime but not yet- dead…
you know?

But I get it that that’s like real easy to say
with my head on my pillow, just dozing in bed.

OK, so, like, I thought, tonight,
I think
I’d rather sleep tight,
no dream,
no scream,
no waking at midnight in,
like,
a terrible fright.
Right?
Right!