Fat King Thinking

I dreamed of dancing on shards of glass Then sweeping the mess into a crevasse I dreamed of a mannequin acting alive Knowing it yearned to survive and thrive I dreamed of tying a knot with red string While watching a hideously fat king thinking I dreamed of hearing a low-pitched hum While a lonely hitch hiker stretched out his thumb It's strange how you just "know" things in a dream The reasons, the background, the people, the theme It's odd how you forget, then completely recall An entire dream from a detail so small