A Dream/Story/Poem A Colorless Sky

This is a dream I have at least once a month or so, it never changes it's always the same and that kinda freaks me out I wish I knew what it all meant ?

A COLORLESS SKY

I awake to a dream scape (As if reality were a dream) ...

A beautifully bright colored
garden of green's and blues
and colors Ive never seen
and before I know it
my feet begin to move
before my eyes have time
to drink in the view.

There are trees everywhere
that reach far out into the sky
looking for stars to hold
when the night returns.

As tiny frogs dance at my feet
I step on them but they do not die
they laugh and sing a warning song ...
We are the seven frogs of this land
and the grass is not as it seems
for the ground is gone
and the grass grows from the sky
this forest is like onto a flying bird
ruffle its feathers and you fall through
falling and falling for all time
We are the seven frogs of this land
and all is not as it seems
look and you will see.

So I part the grass and behold a colorless sky.

I continue on my journey
walking for miles and miles
as if being lead by an unseen force
Than unexpectedly I hear the low murmuring
voices that I can not quite make out
I can see a mountain in the distance
I speed up my pace I trip and fall
into a puddle of salty tasting water
I look up in awe to see a giant Jesus
being nailed to the side of the mountain
by little grotesque midget mutants
just as the giant Jesus looks at me
I notice the tears falling from his eyes like rain.

It was than that i realized
it was no mere puddle
that I feel into
I was standing there
dripping with the tears of god.

Than I hear the same murmuring voices
still to low to understand coming from the
mouths of the little grotesque midget mutants
for they have become aware of me
even though I cannot understand them
I know there shouting orders to there henchman

Before I have a chance run
I here grunting and growling
and the sounds of running
and I know there coming for me,

As I turn to run I see them
they look like men
with the head of a wolf.
There glowing blue eyes
frighten me more than the chase.

I run and run but have no place to go
I stumble upon a garbage dump
and find a butchers knife.

I cut myself up into tiny pieces
until there's nothing left except for my arm
that I cannot cut up.

So I hide my arm under a dead log
just as the three wolf men run over me
never noticing my bloody bits

I awake safe in my bed (As if dreams were a reality)


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By Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

Just a creepy dream I have every now and again so I turned it into a short story type thing

Reviews

[ice]

Samantha
I know that the dream seemed "creepy", and also know that you painted it's pictures well in lines and stanzas..

There are some parts of your poem that ring familiar..
Some of it has a biblical overtone..
"We are the seven frogs of this land "
There are seven seals mentioned in Revelations 6:1-17, 8:1-5 Also seven trumpets -Revelations 8:6-21, 11:15-19, and seven bowls in Revelations 16:1-21 all three are in a succeeding series of end-times judgments from God.

"I look up in awe to see a giant Jesus " attest, another reference to the bible.

But what I prefer them to symbolize, (the seven frogs) is the seven generations that first nation people say that we should take care of , ahead of time, before they are born, by taking good care of the earth, saving it, nurturing it, making it clean for them as obligations to the unborn.

There are many other parts of this poem that are mystical, or perhaps mythical..I enjoy reading dream works poetry, and this is a good one.

Thank you
ice
I saw this poem in the "Wolf" contest..hope you win...:-)