Dreams That I Been And Had

I’m walking along a street in a small town. The floor is made of red bricks, and they are so bright and vibrantly red. I keep asking myself if I am dreaming. I know I am, but I keep asking myself to remind myself. Strange things are happening with time - a marching band is frozen still at the end of the street, but other things and myself are still moving.

Everything goes gray and out of focus, except for a green road sign in front of me which is extra-vivid. Everything else is moving slowly, but the sign and myself are still in areas that are moving at normal speed. I can’t remember what the sign says.

Two buses drive past at the end of the road. I imagine them making a noise and moments after they’ve gone, a noise like thunder rolls past, out of sync with the buses’ movement.

I try to fly upwards as I walk and I float gently up. Then I try to remember how to fly - do I float? swim? outstretch my arms? I sink back again and lose lucidity.