Day Mind Night Mind

Day Mind Night Mind A door is open. Through the doorway, I see a wall weakly illumined. A distorted shadow slouches, menacingly along it. I close my eyes, my toes grip the carpet. I do not want to see, what I despairimgly believe will be, the cause of my demise. Hot exhalation flows over my face. I fear it. Surely it must be the breath of what I am certain will do me harm. Human nature activates. My toes grip? A surface hard. I open my eyes. I am on the edge of a canyon. The heated air is nature’s respiration. I feel under me, the ground backsliding. I see the approaching drop off. I cannot resist the movement. I am suspended in space. My toes grip? Nothing. I look skyward. My body rotates, and I am looking at the Canyon wall. I close my eyes. My only defense, not knowing, when I will impact. My toes grip? Wet sand, the earth’s breath is ocean fresh. Roaring waves approach, enveloping me. Sea creatures surround me, swimming intently, guided, by internal apps, downloaded at birth. Finny predators nudge my swirling torso. I am rising. Surfacing in a bath tub, a rubber duck, bobs in unison with a toy boat. I struggle out of my fiberglass container. The child I was glares at me, from a mirrored door. Then steps into the room, and shoves me. Stumbling backwards, I grab a rope, and swing into, an aluminum tree forest. All the owls, sound like Santa Claus. Multi-color pine cones, hang glistening, with fake frost. My logic app, responds to challenge, my senses. Impossible situation alerts, detours further dream distortions. In my mind, one more apparition. A charcoal whale, inhales the output of my Night Mind. My Day Mind exudes endorphins. Soothes me awake, validating it was all a purging, of the tensions of the past day. Bizarre encounters, Carrying away, mental poisons.