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Pepper Dreams

While wandering past the custard lake I couldn't help but feel
That the unicorns that greeted me weren't altogether real
And chatting with a Minotaur whose name, I'm told, was Jake
It suddenly occurred to me that I was not awake

Twas with new found lucidity that I went on my way

passing by some well dressed trout, who watched me with dismay
I soon resolved to pass the time by bathing in the sun
whose purple rays beamed down upon a world not yet undone

I lay there basking happily, on grass as green as snow
In a world of merry metaphors, in a place bereft of woe
A passing oak tree smiled at me, and woodenly intoned

"You can't be held responsible, when thoughts aren't truly owned"

With nary clue and nought to retort I waved him on his way
Pretending that I'd understood what it was that he'd had to say
And staring through the emerald air it fast became apparent
That I would soon awake into a world much less aberrant

And so it was that sleep did wane, and I found myself in bed
Where concerns of this, my real life, began to fill my head
These pepper dreams of which I speak are fleeting it would seem
But mores the joy in having them, to sleep, perchance to dream

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