Poetic Asides dream

A Memorable Dream

Usually dreams wisp away

before I’m fully awake,

but this dream has stuck

with me for weeks.

I dreamed my son

was still little, about five,

rather than the large 33-

year-old he is today.

He wanted a cake

to look like a grasshopper,

(don’t ask me why)

so I made him one.

Then he wanted

a grasshopper costume

so I put one together

and got an idea.

I knew of a weather balloon

that didn’t go high

but bounced up and down

kind of like a grasshopper.

So I took my son

where they were giving rides,

but the ballooned whipped

off into the wind above trees.

I about abandoned the idea,

when the wind calmed down

and an adult climbed aboard

to make sure it was safe.

Then a mom and little daughter

took a ride so, I decided we’d go,

but by the time my son and I

took our turn, the balloon lost air.

A man who I used to be close to

helped us into the chair. I asked

him if he wanted to come, but he

said there’d be too much weight.

It didn’t go very high, but enough

to see a great volcanic forest fire

heading our way, so we cried

out warnings and everyone ran.

Where we ran it was cold

so people started passing

out coats and it didn’t

matter who they belonged to.

But a friend who passed them out

recognized mine and gave it to me.

We dashed off until I wondered

if we were still in danger.

So my son and I climbed large steps

and could see the fire had died out.

So everyone stopped running.

And that was my dream.

Don’t know what the takeaway is.

Never try to act like a grasshopper?

Or maybe don’t eat chocolate candy

before going to bed for the night.