Why do I dream of beautiful things
falling apart, of useless relics underfoot,
of strangers in my home?
Are my dreams some strange waystation
for past, present, and future baggage;
a merging place for alternate realities
where outcomes are all able to occupy
the same space at the same time?
This is what comes from failing Physics in high school.
Why do I dream impossible foolishness?
What crossed circuit or over tired synapse
is responsible for my dreams of broken glass
and spilled wine?
My REM cycle seems to have a flat
and I awake, gasping for air.