Dreamland

I woke up from what seemed like reality, because it wasn't good and it wasn't bad. It was all twisted up in such a knot that I got my wish, but it my promises were broken in all the untangling. There was the sweet nectar of the flowers and the bees stinging my mouth before the petals touched my lips. Never have a had such a nuanced - can I call this a dream? More like an experience which i'll put in my drawer, and ponder along with the rest of them.