The Dream

At night I go to sleep

And dream of a black-faced beaming woman

Who is better than me in every way

And in my dream I post a picture of me holding an eagle feather

To cheer up a good friend

And I get called a racist

But then I go to my friend and both of us wrap ourselves up in a star blanket

To dance under the northern lights

Meanwhile, all is not well in Gotham city

A villain has plans to ruin some political bigwig's media circus

By wiring the area with a dangerous electrified explosive

Luckily I have done some fancy legwork

And the authorities were called

Just in time to "diffuse" the situation

And I wonder why I am a teacher when clearly I should be

A private eye

I also have a dark secret

I steal away to public washrooms

To try things I've seen on YouTube videos

Like putting water on ultra absorbent disposable diapers

To see if they really swell to 4 times their regular size!

And then I wake up

And my mouth is dry

To a darkened sky

And I wonder why

And my thoughts drift

To the black-faced beaming woman

Who is better than me in every way that counts

And I wonder if I could ever post a picture holding an eagle feather

And not be called a racist

Or is that not something a Métis should do?

And I wonder if anyone else at 2am

Is wondering about fantastical things from dreams

And wishing they could be wrapped up in a star blanket

Dancing beneath the northern lights

Because crime doesn't pay

We need to learn to build peace

And do what makes us happy

Even if it is diaper experiments

In public washrooms 

Or making someone smile

At the cost of your reputation

If we cannot dance in star blankets

Perhaps we can weave a hammock out of starlight

To rock us back to sleep

So we can dream fantastical things

Until the morning's rays come to warm our face