In the Dreamscape's Dance

In the dreamscape's dance, I am the Dreamer, Chaotic yet graceful, embracing the streams. Through vivid fragments, I'll weave a fair seamer, A song to shift worlds with uncanny beams. I go to the beach house, greeted by fae, A sinewy sprite with visage so bright. She shows me the fruit bushes, blooming and gay, Raspberries, plums, by the shore's auroral light. "Those hickeys connect you to Moses," she croons, "Good for your blood, let bacteria wear new." In the yard, trees bear fruits of deep purple tunes, Plum-peach-pawpaw hybrids, juicy and true. The people on stone walls refuse the strange fare, As a giant transforms to a sky-blue insect. Beetle and crab-like, a carapace to wear, Protective and hardy, none can object. The bus in the lot, all but two depart, A man in brown coat with golden eyes cold. An energy vampire, I sense in my heart, But boldly I tell him, "Your powers won't hold." He speaks of a ring, a dragon gold token, Possessed by a demon, causing his plight. "Cast it away," I advise, the spell broken, Unveiling the truth in the warm evening light. in the warm evening light. The aliens summon us to the plasma wall, A dimensional gateway, fiery and bright. The parking lot beckons with a spacious call, One side, a void precipice, endless in height. Winged horses soar in the azure above, As she takes my arm, smiling, a pleasant mask. "You won't leave without me, my darling dove," Her words send a shiver, a haunting task. The mother imparts wisdom, scents of salt, For salt is sacred, a treasure to heed. They ask her age, and without default, "One-forty-nine," she says, though fifty-nine they read. The Rubber Stamp Man arrives, two-dimensional, The mother tries tearing him, a strange ritual. The father questions her weird temperamental, As the moon's reflection shines, a red horse visual. We drink black and white, potent libations, Then a mighty hand plunges us into the deep. The Holy Pool of Thessaly, ablutions, From dreamworld to waking, the sea fog we reap. Through rings of space-time, we cross the thick veil, Back to the sea's edge, where our journey began. A song of dreams spun, a fantastical tale, Shifting the world with its eldritch span. [Fade Out]