Monday, May 8, 2017

untitled dream

there were three children playing
when I woke up
there they were at the foot of the bed
without my glasses
there were blurred shapes instead

two of the children were holding sticks
extended out like a barrier
forming a triangle
forcing the third child toward me
their laughing was muffled somehow

I reached for my glasses on the nightstand
but they weren't there
the nightstand or the glasses
the child was pushed into the side of the bed
his face came into focus

he looked at me seriously
the others had gone
he raised a small plastic gun up to his chin
his lips pouted
he whispered, 'I'm going to shoot you,'
the tiny orange suction cup bullet gleamed
'I'm going to shoot you,' he repeated,
'you know what I mean?'

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