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Dreams
By Chris Peterson
1/5/01

As I lie here in my bed
Funny thoughts drift through my head
Like bunny rabbits with yellow wings
And Quagmackers, and other things

"What is a Quagmacker?" I hear you say,
It is happy, it is gay
It looks like a dog with a penguins body
Blue wings and pink bunny ears; it's oddy

I see an owl on stilts on the land
And a cabbage flying, now that is grand
My computer talks in his sleep
And the television scolds "Not another peep!"

Snow falling up, or that's how it seems
A baby with pimples (he's in his teens)
A stag prancing in a cloud
A mule dressed in a princessly dowd

The kids stuck in a swimming school-bus
Bacteria diving in your pus
Lockers chasing screaming kids
Tupperware scared of its lids

And then through the sky, a speaker sounds
"LISTEN UP, I'M THE NIGHTMARE, AND I'M MAKING MY ROUNDS!"
The sky turns black, and smells all funny
I start to sweat and my nose turns runny

A pumpkin chases with horrible screams
Zombies are grasping at my jeans
A bogeyman completes the trap
Then NIGHTMARE himself falls in my lap

"WHY HELLO, YOU SEEM TO BE MY CLIENT"
"MY, YOUR FACE IS REALLY PLIANT"
He says, as my face twists in a scream
"OH DON'T SCREAM, THAT WOULDN'T BE KEEN"

But still I scream, louder and shriller
And guess what happens; boy it's a killer!
I woke up in a cold sweat
And out of my hot bed I get

I hold my heads and think and think
It was just a dream, I sigh and blink
Or was it, I suddenly believe,
As my sanity up and leaves

AND I HEAR A DISTANT VOICE SHRIEK
"HE ESCAPED, BUT WE'LL FIND THE LEAK!
IT MUST BE IN HIS BED, THAT'S HOW HE GOT OUT"
And I cower, scared with a pout

AND I HEAR, EVER NEAR
THE SOUND OF…NIGHTMARE…COMING HERE
And I hide, beneath my bed
Feeling an ungodly dread

Then I wake up, a second time,
And put this experience into rhyme
'Cause here what happened, if you know what I mean
I dreamed my dream, yet was in a dream!

Wow that was weird, that was strange
That was at the top of the weirdness range
I lie back in my comfy bed…..
And suddenly, arms grab at my head!

" HAVE YOU NOW, YOU HUMAN PUNK"
SCREAMS NIGHTMARE, COVERING ME WITH GUNK
"YOU'LL NEVER ESCAPE MY CLUTCHES NOW"
But then along comes the silver cow!

Sweet hero, frequenter of dreams
Bumbling idiot, but well he means
Lassoed NIGHTMARE with a rope
And rode him off, the great big dope

And I sit here, ready to mope
When he comes back, now riding a goat
"I have changed NIGHTMARE, as you see
He will make a dream steed for the"

And I finally wake up, for real now,
With images of a silver cow
Clutching my stuffed goat, (and I'm a teen)
And I think Wow, what a dream!