The Art of Dreaming

The longer the whisper the more confused you can be by hearing it. Why are you whispering for an hour straight? The need to be inconspicuous would probably be the answer, but the length of your whisper is so contrasted with what I thought a whisper was supposed to be.

"Start your engines!" the announcer said.

The cars started around the track, some turned into stuffed animals others flickered like a lightbulb that was on its last limb. The crowd was cheering loudly. Sometimes they were individuals and sometimes they were blurred into one grotesque blur, a distorted look that glitched. Was anybody really ever separate from anybody else? A cup was dropped and one of the cars turned into a jet.

"The roar eb non sue par like e mana." the announcer said.

The skies opened up and rained on the racetrack arena. Umbrellas kept some of the crowd dry, pulled out even before the rain had started to fall. The track was now slick and the cars drove through puddles that splashed the front seats. A lion hopped out of the clouds and was now running through the middle of the racetrack. Some people disappeared while others gave it pizza. Suddenly I realized I wasn't watching all of this, I was actually a part of it. The lion scared me and I started to run away. It paid me no mind as I made it to the edge of the track. A red car clipped a green car and set it spinning my way. 

The feeling of soft cotton on your face is a wonderful feeling. It tickles and dries, catches and causes wonder. I wonder what this feeling is? It's a pretty stupid question because you know what the feeling is. But it's a question that's still asked. Two red sneakers. That's what were walking on top of me. The road had stretched completely over my body. I must have been laying down, looking straight up at the sky. The feet were a thunderstorm. A loud composer-less cacophony. The footsteps were my eyes, they were my nose, they were my mouth, they were my ears. And that's what I looked for in every passing creature. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Dog - eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Cat - eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Bird - eyes, nose, mouth, ears. Bird! Where are your ears? I turned over and faced the bottom, I could no longer deal with the world. The sounds became muffled and the dirt began to travel into my head.

The roots exited my eyes, nose, mouth and ears. I was starting to grow. I decided I would grow into a fire. No more bodies for me. No more vermilion. Just the comfort of leaves, the sight of a friend. Expectations at their greatest.

When the last card slid across the table to Troin I had a full hand. I picked it up and looked at my luck. Troin's face was melting there was no way she had a better hand then me. I gave my cards to the dog who took them in her mouth and trotted away. There was no way I could lose. I raised my hand and dropped 14  three leaf clovers on the table. Cereal started to fall from my hand too. But at least it was better then the cliff. The pile of flowers would be still there of course. They were always there. No matter where I went, the pile of flowers were never far out of sight. Why was this nose so big?

It was so big I could climb inside of the nostrils if I wanted to. The breeze felt good though, so I stayed. I planted new seeds that would replace the flowers that were picked. A sweet smell of dish water and wet hands. 

"This was your order right sir?" I asked.

"Orden, y'all sen oh. Oh." a melted faced responded.

Of course they wanted their fries in the bag. I swept the fries from the hood of their car and placed them in the bag. With a smile I climbed into the laundry basket and fell asleep. The laundry was clean at least. Just me and the caterpillars. There were so many caterpillars, hundreds, no, thousands of them. They crawled, so I crawled. They cocooned, so I cocooned. They flew, so I flew. 

"Ahh!" I yelled. "Wind and wing should be more the one letter apart, am I right friend?"

The butterfly just looked at me. We were the same size but the winged creatures eyes were so much bigger. I sat down in butter and pressed my head into it. It started to melt around my hands first and then my head. After a slow melting, I fell through the hole in the butter and landed in a chair. 

"You like my sunglasses?" A blurred face asked. 

The blurred face took piles of grass and dropped them on me. The ants didn't like the butter as much as the butterflies and it was obvious. The room turned into a stark red color. The blurred face man was now a complete blur.