C:\>Strange Dreams

I dreamt I had a pet dinosaur,
who acted more like a labrador.
His name was fido,
and he was my best bro.
...Now I'm wondering if it was a metaphor.

I dreamt I could fly with precision,
I could go wherever I envisioned.
Though it was quite the view,
everyone else could fly too,
and I got into a traffic collision.

I dreamt I had already woken,
but my fingers and toes were all broken.
I let our a roar,
but then woke up once more,
the relief that I felt left unspoken.

I dreamt, or rather was paralyzed,
held frozen by a pair of malicious eyes.
My heart hammered in my ear,
I screamed but no one could hear,
trapped by flesh that fear had fossilized.

I dreamt I was walking to Fred Meyer,
where I had so often visited prior,
so I could pick up some essentials,
like peanut butter and pencils.
...Well, not all of my dreams are so dire.

I dreamt I was getting a tattoo,
of a panda fighting a kangaroo.
The artist was eating Doritos,
and was also...Danny Devito?
Then I dreamt that this poem was through.