dreamreality

i run through forsaken fields that meld imperceptibly with frozen wastelands and back again as a glacier ahead disappears; just an ice mirage. the animals around me are incorrectly placed like a child's memory exercise: what's wrong with this picture? a jackrabbit of purest white, costumed for snow, is glaringly obvious against dusty earth and shrubs. the running turns to flying and i soar over future scenes of desolation and destruction.

my dreams are always closely tied to my waking thoughts; fantasy rarely enters in. someone please give me hope.