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The storms lull dreams to Wonderland

And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case

I was lying right next to a maple Long John

My droid tells me this:

Long John donuts are a type of yeast-risen pastry that is shaped like a bar and can be glazed or topped with icing. They may also be filled with custard or cream and are known by various names in different regions, such as cream sticks or maple bars.

He emits a series of beeps and then rolls away

And like I was saying

I was lying right next to a maple Long John

And I had white icing for a blanket

And my mattress was a piece of white wax paper atop a yellow plastic tray

I had no pillow

I turned to the maple Long John beside me and whispered

“Hey, what happens if someone buys me?”

He turned and looked at me like I was stupid

“You’ll get eaten. Boy, are you a big goofball. How could you not know that?”

“But I don’t want to be eaten.”

“What if it was a hot woman who bought you?”

“What difference would that make?”

“Boy, are you dumb.”

Just then a hand gloved in plastic reached into the case and grabbed the maple Long John

I looked up and I saw a woman smiling and pointing and saying:

“And one of those and one of those…”

Just before the maple Long John was put into a white bag, he waved and called out. “Look at her. Hotsy Totsy. Think about it!”

And then he was swallowed up by the paper bag

The bakery woman slid the case shut

I didn’t get picked

I panicked

What if I never get picked?

What will my fate be then?

The garbage?

Surely not

Some delicate person with a sweet tooth won’t let me go to waste

I’ll still be eaten

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I wake up from that crazy dream

It’s a brooding gray outside

The sky is the color of cement

Rain is coming down steadily

The house is quiet

Fans are whirring

It’s an adrenaline shot of present-moment reality

But I just sit and wonder

What is a dream?

How can the mind formulate such oddities?

Places I’ve never been to, dimensions unseen

Memories mixed with time and space

Someone should come up with a device

A piece of technology that records dreams and plays them back

It would be fascinating if I could sit down and watch my own dreams like a movie

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I watched a show about aliens last night

And there is a professor from Montana who really believes that all these aliens and UFOs that people are seeing are really human beings from the distant future time-traveling back. They’re us. It make sense in some ways. I’d like to be a xenoarchaeologist.

If one were to really think about it, humans do have physical characteristics of aliens, or vice versa. It’s not a stretch to see what we’re going to look like down the road. That is if we survive. But we must survive if we are coming back from the future to stop ourselves from destroying ourselves. It’s all hope and puzzlement at this point.

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Special thanks to Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing three of my poems recently: Coffee Shop Rain, The Translucent Wander Pain, and Space Curtain. Please go check them out! Also, a reminder that my new e-book is now available for purchase: The Apocalypse Pipe. The print edition is also now available! Thanks for reading and supporting independent creators.