today i fell asleep in my room, and woke up in my room. only i didn't remember waking up...i was simply standing in the middle of my rug, staring at my bed; my room surrounded me in my dreams as well. the bed looked so inviting...i'm so sleepy all of the time. so i fell asleep again.
i awoke on a narrow but long staircase. surrounding it was an abyss, with long, narrow, spaghetti-like arms extending from its depths into the inky sky above. i wandered down and down and down until i reached a dark lobby. there was an elevator door on the nearby wall, but i ignored it in lieu of the dark hallway beckoning me forward. suddenly i was met with an intense heat, and flames filled the corridor ahead of me. i felt my skin melt off of my fingers as i reached to touch it, but it didn't hurt. not one bit.
i wandered back the way i came, and my skin grew back good as new. the elevator door was alluring; i pushed the "up" button, and it arrived instantly and took me to what looked like a subway station. when the doors open, i rode an escalator down to another lobby where a door stood wide open, flooding the area with sunlight. outside i was on the roof of a building; a black cat reclined on the precipice and stared out over the vast expanse of the city. for some reason a broom lay on the ground near the edge. i picked it up and straddled it like a horse as a witch's hat and clothing conjured themselves on my head and body. i was a witch.
the sky called to me. i could fly. the broom could make me fly, like that butterfly from my dreams! i could become a neon being and escape my apartment. i leapt over into the air, the broom still between my legs, and i took flight. the wind blew in my braids and rustled my hat, blowing my loose clothing behind me. it was warm, but the breeze was nice and cool. i felt my teeth shine in the bright sun as the city flowed below me like water; my stomach jostled as i performed flips and loop-de-loops, barrel rolls, immelmann turns...it was wonderful. suddenly the butterfly appeared before me as if out of thin air, up above me, near the bottom of the clouds. i flew up and up and reached out with one hand...the sun made my wings fail, though, and i slipped off and fell. the insect shrunk until it was nothing as the wind blew past me in a gale...the ground was nearer and nearer. a dread overtook me as i slammed into the ground....
i woke up on my rug. test bars on the television. i saw clouds outside my door, and rain pittered on the glass window.