Through the Smoke

"A dream is the smoke which swirls about us, which is us."

This morning I woke to a semi reality and peered through that smoke. 

"Believe me. I have peered into its gaping mouth (which was jammed full of teeth - rings and rings of teeth, each within another ring, all the way to the very centre, filling the space where there should have been a tongue, but where there was only more teeth,) as it wriggled for space, wriggled within the compressing weight of its universe. Its one foot, welded...