Dreams

I dream of wandering rolling hills
Under a grey sky
Kicking up dust
Over the prickly brown ground

I dream of a high-speed chase
Tag with a joker
Summersaulting and laughing
Through slanting iron cities

I dream of running through crowded places
Strange creatures don't recognize me

I tell them they are living in a dream
My dream
And they're not real.

They get angry
They don't want to believe me.
I don't blame them.