I had this dream a week or so ago. I don’t remember before then, but I remember the trucks. And fear. And running. Here’s the poem I wrote, along with my daily drawing.
Five ton trucks with
troops pouring out
I run
I wake
Too real and
surreal
Panting
Heart racing
Trying to unsee
the violence of that dream
Deep breaths
Counting sheep
wearing camo
Drifting
Sliding
back towards
sleep