Lucid Dreaming

Inspired by William Faulkner's stream of consciousness writing.

we rolled down down down down the grassy banks when

 we got to the bottom we were in a pool and the pool was deep and the 

pool had navy blue water so we splashed each other for a 

while we were soaked we lay belly-up floating until we

 looked too long at the shifting sky and our eyes became

 the sky and we could see everything the sky could see

 the whole world and we wanted to cry because the world

 was terrible we held each others' hands then we blinked

 we heard something we stood up out of the pool the pool

 had become navy robes heavy around us with trains and

 waterfall sleeves and we had rose-gold filigree circlets on

 our foreheads that sang when we moved. Then we look and

 saw an antelope watching us sniffing the air it came close we

 greeted it with our fingertips another one came we climbed

 onto them and we rode into the stars which spangled and

 cascaded and spun around us and we galloped further past

 the stars into the bitter darkness of the universe and we began again.