I look to the right
   and see the black board
   velvety mice attack
   at the base to destroy it
   Behind me from a large bay window
   a road winds and turns as long as three storeys
   rotating clock wise
   each hand carrying
   ten or so people
   not side by side but spread
   so that room is left for others
   so that they don?t suffer
   I have to get out,
   but scared of the truth
   No problem, the doors are open
   outside everything is green
   trees and big blue sky
   I walk along the red pebbled path
   my feet kicking the dust
   it floats back down on my shoes
   disturbing the cleanliness
   mind you they were too new
   it is not normal
   A woman in black and white
   likely a christian woman
   slowly and calmely walks towards me
   giving me an iron worked key
   that seemed to have lived a long life
   I put it in my right pocket
   carefully though because of the hole
   Something is calling me
   I walk toward the light
   climbing the little green hill
   that crumbles under my feet.
  
   I eventually wake up
   it is 9.21 am
   The sun is shinning
   and I don?t have to work
   I get up and put my shoes on
   after wipping the dust off