Clueless dreams

As my eyelids slowly forward in between them they were turning into two fishes gasping for breath. I dreamt of a meadow land surrounded with wild sheeps moaning to death. Crimson blood plastered on the eyes I sensed of someone with blueberry heart enchanted with oblivion to the past. I dreamt of a shepherd boy. A lone wolf guarding of a flock of sheeps. It was told that he was eaten by worms from the willows. I looked for the boy. But what would I do with the iron with rust?

As I larked between my eyes I saw a bottomless well shaped hole. Echoes of my words coming back to me with empty hand. As someone is haunted with old house sinisters, clinging by chest to chest. Diseases spreaded all over the village. Maladies and maladies, an never ending loop. My bottomless well is now bottomful with the dead bodies all around. The well that I I’ve dreamt about slowly becoming an old grimed labyrinth. Like a person with facades.

As my eyelids slowly backwards from each other I saw a mirror made of camouflage, radiating clueless dreams through my eyes. I touched the mirror. Lullabies start floating from it. Raspier the voice, stronger the aroma. Melodies like a soul spirited away became a blunt cigar butt. Awaken from sleep I started to figure out my clueless dream. Washed my face, ate breakfast and wanted to go for a walk.

Hence a telephone ring, an alert, and an epidemic.