Dreams

A constant stream of discomfort, plague.  I had to save snakes, baby ones, capturing them and putting them into containers that would not hold them.  Hands were selling long yellow school bus pills.  Family members mocked me and shamed me and each time I woke up, I drank water and went back for more.  None of that sleep was restful.  I woke up in a panick, with my heart tapping away, adding more urgency and severity to the trouble.  I went through the motions of making coffee, took one sip, and then ran out the door to see the doctors.  The doctors always have something for me.

I gave my number, 7538, but the woman at the desk already knew my number.  She slid my card to me like a table dealer and I took it to the window, repeating my number, which is also written on the card.  I was ignored and then handed a plastic cup of liquid, which I swallowed and was sent on my way.

I'm sweating a depression.