Poem 45: Dreaming, (Part III), (A Short Story Put Into Poetry)

Hopefully, I will be having a longer experience in my dream tonight. 

I like that dream. I hope I will actually be in that dream tonight. 

*My mother opens the door, to say goodnight* 

"Amy, have you brushed your teeth?" 

"Yes, I have brushed my teeth, bottom, top, 

At the corners, at the sides, underneath." 

"Goodnight, sweet dreams." 

"Night, mother." 

As my mother left the room, 

My heart had raced and raced, KABOOM! 

*Everything is becoming black* 

*Then, a few seconds after, I awake*. 

 
 

Unicorns in the skies, once more, 

Rain, like the Earth's, will never pour, 

The only the that will pour, 

Is the rainbows from the unicorns, 

And the colours will destroy the single speck of bland in sight, 

These colours that are sprouting are big and bright, 

Blinding your vision like the sun of the Earth, 

But for certain, it is worth. 

I'm seeing colours, my eyes are hurting, 

But how the unicorns work will forever dazzle me, 

If all my friends were with me in the dream, they would see, 

That this dream is not a dream, but reality, 

The best, reality can ever get, 

These unicorns, are the best I've ever met, 

Their bright white skin and its soft feel, 

Will make me jealous, and make me kneel, 

To pray that I would have such skin, 

I would do anything, 

Vandalise, swear, drink gin, sin! 

 
 

Just to have a bit of that unicorn skin for at least a day or two, 

This is fantastic, very fantastic, I don't want to leave, 

As I am still aging as time goes by, 

I am not immortal, but to stay in this world forever, 

Once again I would do anything, 

As I am never bored or displeased 

With what I see, 

What I count as a reality, 

There isn't no catch, 

There isn't no fee, 

I don't have to pay for this luxury, 

Everything is free, 

You see, 

Are you jealous? 

Only I have the key, 

To eternal joy, 

But unicorns aren't toys, 

I yet appreciate the fact, 

That unicorns are rare, 

And I love it's skin and hair, 

And that we just ride on them. 

 
 

People won't get it off, just some, 

I have to get off it, 

I've got places to go, 

But I'd love to ride on a unicorn, 

All day, I strongly show. 

 
 

"Can you ride a little faster? 

I'm feeling a little underwhelmed!" 

The unicorn would speed up, 

I felt bad for giving it extra pressure, 

But as the unicorn sped up, 

My happiness and joy became fresher. 

I had to stop it though, 

We were near my dream home, 

I wanted it to stop, 

But my happiness would still flow, 

It was ten floors high, 

As high as the sky, 

It was resting on a cloud, 

The central heating system wasn't loud, 

When I was making my way to the door, 

I had felt so proud, 

As all around me, there was a crowd. 

Me and Catherine came through the door, 

And once we had shut it, this land, 

No more. 

 
 

"Good morn-" 

"OH PLEASE! I'LL MURDER YOU!" 

"Ah! Please! Not again!" I cried, 

This "reality" was just a dream, 

Now my happiness had died. 

I became outraged, picked up my lamp, 

Ripped it out of my socket, 

And had beaten her to the ground, 

I couldn't stop now. 

I really wanted to, I was disgusted with myself, 

But now I didn't, I really wasn't a good elf, 

My mother's jeans had a patch that was brown, 

I didn't want to receive a horn and a red crown, 

I didn't want to be nasty but she had really 

Brought me to the saddest point I've ever got to. 

"THIS. IS. NOT. FUNNY!" I cried, 

Hot flaming tears rolled down my warm cheeks, 

Down my red face. 

 
 

This room's floor was going to be stained a shade of maroon, 

And once I had finished with her, I had opened my curtains, 

And it was midnight, the owl tweeted, and shone, did the moon. 

"It was just...a joke..." 

Said my brother that had walked in, 

And had seen the injured mother of mine, 

"This isn't good, this isn't fine, this isn't divine! 

What have you done, Amy, have you gone mad?"