Rocketing Bizarre

I’ve had several dreams before some were good and some were great

Around this month last year, I sent a text on the 28th.

The dream I was about a coworker, who’s now a distant friend

Still, that guy had pushed my buttons from the start until no end

When it comes to relaying dreams and in poetic form

I write and text and add pics to, they’re incongruent not the norm

So this one dream that I had back on January of last year

When I told my friend about it, I had to calm down all my fears

Now the question is “Since I have to rhyme, where should I begin?”

I sent the text to my family, in the morning, at 5 A.M.

At my place of work there’s several guys, engineers

I never told the main guy about this, since it wasn’t meant for him to hear

My friend and coworker hated this guy, thought he had stuff planned against him

He talked about professionalism, but he lacked in courtesy, his own faults he did not mention

In the dream there was a highway, we’d left a city, on the road

There were zombies everywhere, fighting them off on our ground we had to hold

I swung my bat wrapped in wire, barbed for the offense

My friend said that he’d fix the bus, but that was all pretense

Our bus had started but it was slow, and choking on its gas

Then the real engineer, a man I respect, in the second bus, us he passed

He took off so fast like a rocket, I can’t say I was surprised

Out of sight it turned around, it flew on wings above our eyes

It was a rocket and the people onboard all gave him such cheers

I remember when my friend badmouthed the engineer, there’s a whole story about last New Years

When I walked off the bus I had gone home to find a place of rest

My family was safe, and they kept me so, again I have been blessed

A weird small find I walked in the house, to tacos on a plate

A crispy burrito sat beside them, bathed in salsa, so I ate

The part that made me sad the most was one of the cats had passed

Yet the cat was here, I scritched her ears, her ghost lingered for days to last

I asked my sibling “How’d she pass?” I was looking for an answer

Not leukemia, but a different way, the tuxedo had lung cancer

Yet, the mittened feline purred and chirped, “So, tell me what’s the deal?”

“Her spirit’s been lingering for the past several days, that’s why we can see and feel.”

When I first saw the cat, she was laying in a bean bag on the floor

Being a ghost she could leave whenever she pleased, so she was in no rush to run out the door

I walked upstairs and to our bedrooms and found a mirror leaning against the bed

There was an orange cat up there playing with our ghost cat, it’s weird what goes on in my head

The orange cat stood in front of the mirror to which I saw an improper projection

Cause in the glass, was not the orange, but I saw our tuxedo being the orange cat’s reflection

Then the orange cat crawled under the bed and the tuxedo stepped from out of the glass

Playing with each others’ kitty paws they took swipes, baps, and little fur paws pass

Things were light and jovial then I heard a hissing at the floor

Not wanting my family to befall calamity, I had closed and locked the door

A small black cobra, with hood raised, is something that I saw

It tried to hide from an opossum in the room, but got struck by my tuxedo’s kitty paws

The cobra hissed and tried to strike back

But tuxedo’s little mittens went Bap! Bap! Bap!

They hissed at each other and she slapped the snake out from underneath the bed

That’s when I grabbed it and picked it up, right from behind its head

I thought “Oh shit, I gotta get closer,” but it wasn’t poised or rearing to bite me

The something else had happened, if it weren’t a dream to the average person it would have been frightening

The light of the snake turned from a black to a shimmering dark emerald green

The head changed shape from that of a cobra to that of a python, though the body remained slim and lean

A finger on my hand got pricked by a small tooth and it started to tingle

I thought to myself, “A little bit of venom, but I can handle it. An anti-venom can be made.” This thought alone was not single

Though walking around holding a hissing python is something to most that’s rather unsightly

I held the snake’s head secure, I held its head more than tightly

The snake was small, and aggressive, much to be expected of a whelp

I traipsed my way downstairs, into the TV room I had gone to ask for help

My dad had turned on a show about a man buying real estate and said that we should watch

I asked him if he could help me with the snake’s nasty attitude and if we could get it to stop

On a side note, the TV guy was buying a house in the swamp

Renovations and selling water moccasin skins was his desire in that place where he would romp

He mentioned that most people can achieve a level of comfortable living, nobody’s truly locked

This man bore a resemblance to a YouTuber who educated his audience about stocks

Back to my dad I asked him if he thought about getting his dream house with a pond

A body of water big enough to fish and swim in, right next to a luscious green lawn

Dad asked me if my had was getting sore and starting to become tired

I told him “Yes, I can feel the snake fighting back,” a result that was undesired

The snake was hissing, afraid of what would happen to its jaws

They were its only weapons, it was too small to constrict and it had no legs, so no claws

Dad wrapped tape around its jaws, cinching them shut but he got my fingers stuck

Somehow, I was capable of wiggling my fingers out without freeing the snake, talk about luck

We taped the snakes maw again, making it incapable of using its teeth

A muzzle for a snake, felt like a sword being locked away in its sheath

Then later in the dream I woke up from a dream in a dream, yeah it was that deep

I had another attack that night, check it out on “Fatigued Sleep”

My mom knows a bit about dreams and of this is what she told me,

“Snakes means that there’s an enemy about you, somebody’s jealous, green with envy.”

I noted that black is usually when somebody has anger which makes the person a danger

I had the instinctive feeling that it was somebody in my life, this person was no stranger

I knew the snake was my coworker a guy who I let become my friend

Yet, I’m not perfect but I would not let his problems become mine, this I would not pretend

We both had moved away from our hometowns by several hours

I will admit that him constantly needing me to provide some sort of a “hook-up” made our relationship sour

I won’t say this once, “Just because You have blessings doesn’t make others entitled to them.

If they don’t pick up the message, tell them in Your words but also Your actions again.”

I was born into this world with an abundance of blessings the main one being my family

My dad told me that “The reason why he won’t buy himself a car is because he wants it for free.”

I’m not a person to complain about a little bit of gas money, but I care about my time

I need my time to invest in myself, if I’m always driving somebody else that is not fine

When I talked about the dream with my friend, he did get upset

He asked, “So, that’s what you think?” I said, “Dreams are reflective of reality, don’t you forget.”

It’s weird having dreams that are not just unique, but ultra bizarre

However though, dreams are processing vehicles that can be enjoyable, like a memory car

In the striated folds of our brains information’s being sorted and stored in proper pockets

Some dreams spell themselves out for You, their meaning’s clear like the night sky for rockets