Inspired by 2.15, The Nightmare

Wake Up!

The night mare canters to my room
dark of mane, with eyes of gloom,
her rider with a wicked grin,
sits on my chest, strokes his chin–

he dares me to wake,
but I cannot move or shake
or shift my legs or move my arm,
though I sense he plans to do me harm—

“What time is it?” I ask him,
in hope (though somewhat dim)–
But he can only grumble and sigh,
from astride the mare, he calls goodbye,

“I’ll see you again, don’t you think?”
then nods and gives a terrifying wink.

Recently my older child told me that asking “what time is it?” to people or creatures you see in dreams is a thing on Tik Tok. I haven’t had the type of dream where I’ve been able to or thought to try it, but thought I’d have some…