dream police
i find myself in a city, full of buildings, no memory, black buildings, gray buildings, i look up and see skyscrapers but no blue sky. i look around, there's a small little colorful house made of red blue white. out the chimney comes smoke, white, grey, black. i'm walking through a crowd of people, suits, some of them look at me, but they are mostly busy trying to ignore that house. i walk towards it and there's my mom baking cookies, a smell of home fills the street. in front of the door, looking through the window, i see her smiling, see her waving, i'm about to open and go in, a guy pulls me away, away from that house, he calls the police and tells me to sit down on that bank and wait. the people passing look at me carefully, one is shaking their head. i ask “what did i do wrong?” but he just quickly ignores me. the cars arrive, the police pick me up, dead serious, we're driving, the city passing, the house far away, i say bye. i'm in their office and get investigated “what colors did the house have?” “why do you like cookies?” “your mom did not smile, that's obviously a lie. what happened, really?” a poster of my face says “wanted”. in court, they convict me of cookie possession. i am in prison and there's people in gray overalls, looking at me. “he's the one who tried to go into that house, red blue and white” i ignore them. i find a piece of paper and draw some cookies. i can smell the smell and among the men is a girl who i have met centuries ago. she looks at me with dead eyes, do i know her? yes, i say, do you remember me, do you remember us? i show her what i have drawn and her eyes turn red blue white. her hair starts curling and we remember our lost childhoods, years we forgot. my sister leads me to the woods behind that door and we try to find that house again, i tell her who i saw inside! all the city has already gone, centuries passed and time is running away from us, trees grow and die, clouds growing and raining, eternities passing by, walking but not moving, motion ceases, reality escaping into a dream, we are looking for and looking for and the clouds are telling us to stop, we're surrounded by fog but at the end of the white i see red and blue. my sister says she's had enough and wont come with me, i will have to stay with her, she says “you dont want to see, you dont want to see, stay with me. you dont want to see” she holds my arm, makes me look away, but i want to see i tell her to go away and im realizing the fog is not fog at all, its smoke and i smell burnt cookies, an empty house of faded colors, im alone my mom long gone. outside the window the men staring at me, they tried to protect me, its the dream police