Dawning Creations

My own personal nightmare, oceans molding into jello figurines, spitting out pebbles and colorful gems that stings my eyes.

My own personal nightmare makes absolutely no sense, as it isn’t as frightening to ponder on the waking hour.

My own personal nightmare, a wave hard and cold coming at me, transforms into the squishy mushy rainbow flow, warm to my touch and no longer a hard, cold father of death.

My own personal nightmare changed in my own sleeping, lucid or spiritual intervention?
I can’t say.

This nightmare keeps transforming and I’m transfixed, fixating on the final end.
What will become of this ever-changing wave?