WARNING: Extremely odd things in the following. Despite the fact that
Isaac does not –and will not- have anything to do with me, I have given
some of my own dreams. So watch out.
Isaac collapsed gratefully onto his bed, not really caring how he slept as long as he * did * sleep. Slumber immediately grabbed him in a great big bear hug and dragged him into the depths of his subconscious.
(Now the good part starts.)
Here, there is no
Concept of gravity,
Except when wanted,
And that is not so presently.
Things float by,
Toasters, scarves, and sheep,
Mailboxes, music stands,
And creatures of the deep.
Suddenly, his feet attatch
Firmly to the ground.
And a long line of stepping stones
For a while can be found.
He's got his steps cut out for him,
He begins with out delay,
But before he gets very far at all,
He goes somewhere else to play.
A herd of raging mammals
Which look like hippopotami
Cover ground for miles and miles,
To where earth meets the sky.
When the lead is just a yard away,
(They seem to literally fly)
After panicking quite thoroughly,
A little avian catches his eye.
This small brown bird looks normal,
But something makes him think.
He follows it through glades and trails;
The hippos had gone "plink!"
AN: That means they disappeared.
It leads him to a suitcase,
Looking quite innocent,
But by now he knows his subconscious,
He knows that rules can be bent.
He opens it quite cautiously,
A rather stupid thing to do;
The suitcase makes a beeping noise,
And it wakes him up, too.
AN: Ha ha. They never told me what was in the suitcase, so I'll never tell YOU.
Isaac collapsed gratefully onto his bed, not really caring how he slept as long as he * did * sleep. Slumber immediately grabbed him in a great big bear hug and dragged him into the depths of his subconscious.
(Now the good part starts.)
Here, there is no
Concept of gravity,
Except when wanted,
And that is not so presently.
Things float by,
Toasters, scarves, and sheep,
Mailboxes, music stands,
And creatures of the deep.
Suddenly, his feet attatch
Firmly to the ground.
And a long line of stepping stones
For a while can be found.
He's got his steps cut out for him,
He begins with out delay,
But before he gets very far at all,
He goes somewhere else to play.
A herd of raging mammals
Which look like hippopotami
Cover ground for miles and miles,
To where earth meets the sky.
When the lead is just a yard away,
(They seem to literally fly)
After panicking quite thoroughly,
A little avian catches his eye.
This small brown bird looks normal,
But something makes him think.
He follows it through glades and trails;
The hippos had gone "plink!"
AN: That means they disappeared.
It leads him to a suitcase,
Looking quite innocent,
But by now he knows his subconscious,
He knows that rules can be bent.
He opens it quite cautiously,
A rather stupid thing to do;
The suitcase makes a beeping noise,
And it wakes him up, too.
AN: Ha ha. They never told me what was in the suitcase, so I'll never tell YOU.