Wrap your head with this material...

The nightmare collector arrives on a snakeskin collar he's the only one invited to dreams like this one he'll tell me later, my terrors are just the same as those of my ancestors but with bigger guns, scarier villians still he promises to take my dream back with him Skin it alive file it away but I know he can't take the entrails the nightmare leaves a bit of itself with you a party favor that can't be lost or tossed aside

In the morning dim, the lake is glass at the trailhead completely transparent friends/families hiking, that's all fools you into a clear surface, clear waters, clear roles and goals mere nature, a hike, an endeaver a clear path, a deep lake, a cool morning. Dawn, fiery, rusts the sky to life like slapped skin I look up Feel breezes across craggy raw iron spines a moth dances on ideas I luciddream into the blue, blue, blue sky the current picks up, flicks its wrist the moth flits a dance on the wind sparkles, glitter-mysteries on the lid of the lake Translucent, the light tossed around I don't want the moth to land I can't see beneath the lid There's more to it Pika skitter up preening their soft stuffed cheeks whistling hare yips and screeches somnolent thoughts, wispy and thinning from attention and focus to sounds and shapes. and eventually words. Hips, feet, quads awaken to a rhythm and progress. Hours blow by. Fully alert we reach