Everything that takes place at a particular moment in time
has a quality associated with that moment.
- Carl Gustav Jung

An Expanded Upon Dream…

Swimming along, enjoying the relaxation,

When all of a sudden from the other side of a wave,

Splashing and screaming, oh my I thought,

Something happening that is grave…

The wave approaches, I float over it, and what do I see,

As I feared it was something quite grave, such a scary sight,

No fins from sharks, no blood in the water, screams were of delight,

Smokers & non, going crazy, boxes and boxes of cigarettes floating to shore… 

The beach now a madhouse, the roads leading to and from jammed,

All these boxes being picked up and thrown into cars,

In the front seats, in the back, in the trunks, leave the kids, yes cram,

I was also caught up in this crazed rampage, three boxes of smokes,

What will I do with them, I don’t smoke, just being part of the crowd I guess…

Called a friend, go to 44^th and the beach, where my house used to stand,

Boxes and boxes of cigarettes all free for the taking, nothing was planned,

Awoke then I did, not understanding this crazy dream, smoke I do not,

What the reason was for my dreaming of this, I have no idea,

Must have been something I ate, yes the food from the pizzeria…

                                © ed ~ 8/20/04