Oneirodynia

As I lay sleeping, I dreamed of a caravan

Chased by a hydra and a ten foot bogeyman

As I slumbered, I saw a desert moon descending

Monster lumbered as my arms were extending

In my quiescent state, I murmured inaudibly

Then I defended the procession most laudably

In my night fantasy, my strikes had no strength

My fists had no speed and my reach had no length

My nocturnal imagination had surely run amok

I lay awe struck like a sitting duck with bad luck

Was it something I ate? The residue of the day?

Was it guilt of past mistakes or something I didn't say?

As my nightmare unraveled and I awoke

I ruminated on all the feelings it evoked

As I shook loose the cobwebs and gathered my wits

I raised a middle finger to my internal abyss