Up, and around and around, and up the narrow winding staircase as that is all it can be called
The big cycle roared up and up
up to the top of the case and into the revolving top room once used as a restaurant, once used as alighthouse, once used for other things, nowused for refuge and lookout
Power down the big cycle, echoing echoing in the twisting chamber
There, surprisingly, are a number, perhaps 13, smaller cycles. Parked , side by side.
not like the big cycle — dirt bikes or converted dirt bikes .. not dual sport .. or enduro, forno one is licensed in these times…. few remain who remember or care…
Just enough time to wonder for a moment who owns and drives the cycles.. when there they come from up top..
yeahk, we heard you coming up.. how didyou get up here.. the same as you… that is likely not true…
Their faces cocvered, bodies covered in a think, brown sheer sheet or fabric, do notnow if iseful or fom or both .. cannot see heads or faces..
one comes over with something in his hand ..he gives it… it looks like aspiders web with a spider egg, but not tht… the big cycle driver took it… there were two.. he took both…. and looked at one…
Ther one pulled down his headderss.. he was redheaded….
several more were smoking.. looks like cigars, small cigars of some kind…. the redhead smiles, but goes into the passive aggressive .. asks aquestion, smiles, and debvates, the ansewr no matter what answer.
This is my beautiful land… Oh so its yours?
OUr beautiful land.. it is all of ours, the big ccle driver said.
It is, areyou sure, said the redhead smoking..
Abnother cameby of brown color, smaller what to you like.. he names things.. is that all… and p.. he makes sure to say that … they alll gather and agitate..
he thinks he has said wrong thing and has and he knows it or thinks it and htey gather to dosomethign….
and the dreamer wakes up….
Wakes to find reality is not as real as the dream
in scrolling the awakened dreamer comes across a Phizer shooter giving a dose
and wearing the brown, tan, sheer garb the dreamer’d visioned in the sky cycle dream .. there they were
standing there.. or she was.. wearing.. in essence, what he had seen in the dream ..
Reality becomes the dream .. or is it a nightmare? At this point, is there a difference? And if so, what is it? ….
These are notes for a coming graphic novel, graphic comic, science fiction, science fantasy story, novel, novella, poem, or something new ….. taken from a dream of 3/30/22 along with scrolling on Facebook …. They do not have to make sense … what does? .. and on goes the war in Ukraine ….and the pandemic .. and the division.. and the deaths…. and the sorry ……. and hopefully…. art is the hope …. Dream the impossible … or the improbable …
To dream the improbable dream ….
