Hypnagogia

Not so much a poem, just mindless, meaningless jabber. Typed directly after a hypnagogic experience, this is what happened.

my mind yields an utter impossibility to capture all that passes through. an almost endless train ride carrying the self. a stream.....? interrupted? assuming it's a stream, streams flow. i guess so. must a flow be fluid..? i encounter many jagged rocks along the way.......but flow describes the content. i guess it's so once again. i wish this would stop flashing. i was asked during the excavation whether i felt the rain would stop. only once it begins and our thunders roar. can we eat any moon we want to? another query. i feel it's quite nonsensical. we are met by rabid dogs and skittering nymphs. feeling less solid than usual i accept the offer. we disperse. . . .why are we trapped? we dont have to be, yet no one chooses otherwise. theres no road here? how are we kept up? oh. its a wave? we must be doomed now that the car has split in half. let's take the opportunity to answer the phone its been ringing for some time. the other line is visible. like a blinking lion? im uncomfortable. something needs let out.can you stop drilling into my flesh?...... i think you should stop. ahhhhhh,asmnh, the being staring at me. i hate eyes. most evil thing ive experienced. still join him atop the ladder. its a long way dowwn. but it is bliss. surrounded by invisibilities crawling through me. i dont like being filled.