Each night I dream for hours on end,

I think of things that I don’t intend.

Flying Boars and Monkeyadors

Rush through the air, I watch as they soar!

I hop on the back of my feathered friend,

And then we begin to ascend.

He takes me to another land,

A great, big island, not at all bland!

Jabberwocks, Dragons, and all of those things

Sitting together, dining like kings.

I’m watching this joyous jubilee,

But I spy a solemn sentient tree.

I beckon to him, and he draws near,

His eyes seem so very full of fear.

“I swear I won’t harm you,” I say with relief,

But his face says he’s in disbelief.

His eyes burn like fire, so I start to run,

But he grabs me and throws me towards the sun!

I open my eyes and start to scream,

As I realize it was all just a dream.

I get out of my bed to look at the sky,

And you’ll never guess what I saw fly by!

Flying Boars and Monkeyadors

Rush through the air, I watch as they soar!

Was it just my imagination

Or is my dream a real creation?