The Dream Me
I was awakened in the middle of the night
by a noise coming from inside the house;
Carefully, I slipped out of bed
so as not to wake my spouse.
I quietly snuck down the stairs
to see just what it might be
and was surprised to come face to face
with another one of me!
“Excuse me … who are you?
And just what are you doing here?”
“I knew it!”, the other me shouted,
“I knew in real life I could appear.”
“I am the you in your dreams;
the one you see when you’re asleep.
I figured out how to reverse the process
and through real life’s portal I did creep.”
“Here I can prove it, I’ll show you”
the dream me excitedly said,
“I can do all the neat things that you do
when dreaming inside your head.”
He then floated about the room;
did handstand push-ups with relative ease;
moved objects with his mind;
and, pulled money from his sleeves.
Well, I had to admit that it was true;
I had dreamt all of those things;
I must be dreaming right now, I thought,
this can’t really be happening!
“And I brought someone with me,
the composite perfect girl from your dreams.
Would you like to have sex with her now?”
“No, I can’t – I am married!”, I had to scream.
“You need to go back into my dreams;
You can’t stay here in real life;
And take that Barbie doll with you
Before she is seen by my real wife!”
“No can do”, the dream me said,
And he flew with a jet pack out of the house;
Followed by the oversexed super model
with the very see through blouse.
I don’t know where he could be,
or what he is pretending to have me do,
but if you see me doing really absurd things
try to find a dream portal to push me through.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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