Daydreaming

In my dream we are chased by ghosts

And bears and monkeys.

I know something would go wrong when they mentioned “a polar bear”.

And we met ghosts while hiding from the bear on the loose.

We ask the fiery one why did she keep coming for children and make noises on the roof?

She said that’s not her. Must be the one without legs.

“She can’t be the one that messes up with water in the bathroom”

There must be somebody else.

All the ghosts are girls

All the girls are ghosts.

I am turning into one, with self inflicted bruises and a wail.

“Maybe we should go our own ways, we can hide better from the bear and the ghosts. Hurry, it’s coming”.

They turn me into one of them.