boondoggled by the obscure
reflections of alternate reality
that pickles the conscious or unconscious mind entertained by the fantastical fluff we call dreams.
Perhaps if trapped in this obscurity it’d either be a mythical paradise or a nightmare with wings.
But for me, paradise was an altercation with the Incredible Hulk (must’ve pissed him off when I was a kid). Trading punches with the great green goliath while falling off a balcony was quite exhilarating. I served him up a sweet knuckle sandwich or two, but he delivered a hell of a right hook. As we hit the ground, our bodies felt every bit of the sudden jolt. At least mine did anyways. It was quite a thrill, sucker punching the ol’ green lug. So, what color is your fantasy?
I once dreamed about fighting the incredible Hulk
June 3, 2014 by Benjamin Thomas