My Nightly Travels

Body has insomnia, soul and imagination have astral travel Distressing eve, breathing cannot get comfy My dreams follow prominent star lit path through cosmos silver cord stretches from planet to planet my reposing body pretends we are still in there exuberant snoring at the shell, big pretense soul and imagination hold hands, ready for nightly travels angelic singers and delightful animals are found along the path astral travel spies forever-after-ancestors, all with advice of course we receive instructions from our spirit guides, our power animals vie for attention – wolf, deer, and eagle. I wake up sputtering, shocked I was asleep Something had hit my chest hard. Soul and imagination have returned. Horrible landing re-entry.