Dream Journal #1

The house had a porch, and a sideways entrance

With a screen door that creaked when opened, 

Revealing a young woman with a familiar face

And blonde hair.

The truck she drove was orange with flashing lights

And she used it to kidnap each one of us, and take us here

To the old house, with a big garage that could fit her truck.

She was pretty, but with a cruel look to her

And I was so small, looking up at her, I must have been a kid, and she greeted me

With a slap across the cheek and a kick in the back so hard

That I could feel it ricochet down my spine as I lay in my bed. 

I knew I was dreaming but could not wake up,

Could not control this nightmare. During the day she kept us

In cages, with the wiring they use in chicken coops.

It was my mom who saved us all in the end;

Somehow she'd followed the bright orange truck to the house, 

And called the police, who saw me laying there, bruised and beaten

Like a bird who'd forgotten how to fly. It was her voice, too, that saved me;

Calling through dimensions, speaking through the wave of the nightmare, 

Saying it's getting late and I should get up soon, take a shower

And eat breakfast.