Night Breeze

I was thinking hard last night as I dreamt. The scenes were vivid and somewhat troubling, yet it was an enjoyable experience because of the realness mixed with the strangeness.
When I was awoken by a phone call, I was wet with cold sweat and sluggish to realize that the dream had passed.
So many things can keep you awake if you let them. But not as many thoughts can really keep you asleep.
Dirt encrusted sheared sheep sickly bounding an electric fence, every third or fourth getting a jolt and now and then one getting caught up, baying as it sizzles and blisters.
Some of the worse information is still enjoyed if you can feel the honesty in it.
And to ponder the destruction of fake obstacles might seem a wasted exercise, but it spans the void between doubt and fear.
So much for silent freedom and spatial elegance.
In the end, we all just dance for a bit, swinging our arms, and then sort of fumble away.