dreaming in a huge field

       so immense it's overwhelming

              I’m dreaming I’m dreaming

   my dream has no beginning, no end

        no up or down

no sense of light

        no swathe of darkness

      I rise in this dream without moving

      I see within this dream without looking

                      I hear my heart pound

        like a ceremonial drumbeat

              and my blood flow

         like a river gushing over a waterfall

                       I'm back,

                                back in the field

                  right smack in the middle

            to my side

a tribe of warriors dressed in deerskin, feathers

                                     and war paint

   an endless blur of bows and arrows are aimed to the sky

             as a fiery chant permeates the dreamscape

         I look to my other side

 and see a vast army of soldiers

                  surrounded by tanks, canons and rifles

       there are strange garbled voices over intercoms,

                    I have no idea what either side is saying

    both sides are positioned toward me,

          standing in a pool of mercury and mud

both sides are angry and psyched up

            their bodies shifting back and forth

      like a trance dance ready to rush upon me

  I recognize this field is actually my soul

                     and the warriors and soldiers

                  are ready to fight over it

at this point, a transparent hand ascends from the sky

              and pulls right in front of me

 all the warriors and soldiers instantly freeze in place

             only a cool breeze hits up against me

                            as I step into the hand,

        it closes up on me like a fist

                              then throws me forward

                    casting me back to being awake

           it’s morning, I’m feeling more alive than ever,

 surviving another dream mêlée