A Strange Dream

A strange dream.... I look out of my window at marshmallow clouds. Drifting across the sun, blotting out daylight stars. The moon shines bright in the dull sunlight. As a piano black sea. Drenches the ground. One cloud resembles a Unicorn. My favourite pony. I race outside. Alone and lonely. I lie on the ground and the rain meets my skin. And I laugh as it tickles me as the thunder begins. The tinkling of the ivories the sound of cymbals. As the lightning roars and the ground it trembles. Suddenly I awaken from my deep sleep. and look at my glass unicorn watching over me! It was all just a dream! I fall back to sleep. Back into a world which makes me weep. Watching butterflies being chased by cats. Flying out over a gold pond and high into a red sky. Dreams are strange as you see never things. Dogs and frogs flying with wings. Or fish with rods pulling out men. Then taking out the hook and banging their heads. Why is the inspector checking their licences a hen? And still I toss and turn in my bed. And the hen laughs at me and pelts me with an egg. I run away into a blue meadow. With yellow lizards. And see a beautiful girl who changes into Eddie Izzard. I wake with a start and a fast beating heart. And realise life is hard. And has no reward. So enjoy your strange dreams. And don’t have nightmares. Unless it is a horse with a horn. A beautiful white unicorn..