Blindsided In Holy Smoke

I dreamt of being transported to a strange alien land The sky was splattered with lumps, of red gooey sand Spacemen appeared through it, with rubbery hands This wasn’t on my bucket list, I could not understand Another blip sent shockwaves, from above my head These spooky apparitions, where filling me with dread Holy smoke billowed up, and was starting to spread Tears filled my eyes, forming a most peculiar watershed Consciousness was with me, but sanity was in doubt Behind the holy smoke, a blurry spaceman called out “Bring a crossover line, we’ve got to clear the mouth It’s not looking too good, we better take another route” Metallic objects clanging, triggered anxiety all around The holy smoke dissipated, making a hissing sound Alone and frightened, I was now sliding underground Buried in a noisy tunnel, claustrophobically profound Lights flashed over and over, in a flicker show display I could see a picture emerging, maybe groundhog day Perhaps a Dali painting, morphing surrealistically away Which blended eerie intrigue, into perplexing dismay I cried for holy smoke, as breathing was no easy task Instead it was replaced, by some tightly fitted mask A voice said “no more smoking for you, don’t even ask Do you enjoy life in oxygen tents, and nebulising flasks”………..oh! By David Kavanagh