Typical, to dream of buying a lotto ticket,
then to wake before scratching
the silver foil off, too busy trying
to find where I parked my dream-car,
anxious, dream-late to a dream-place.
Something exciting will happen soon,
but nothing much will come of it,
again, dreams only reflections
(or projections?) of the real;
forgotten ticket in bag,
I wandered wooded streets,
the neighborhood coming unfixed
whenever I turned my back,
whole roads replaced, trees
growing menacing, fences sprung up–
and I stayed lost until I woke.