Sweet Dreams

Dystopian nightmares bring dreams of dark tomorrows.  Ominous clouds hang low in gray skies.  Everything looks familiar but slightly off.  Shadows don't cast correctly, diffusing in irregular, impossible angles.

Future indiscriminately impersonates grainy 8mm memories of the past.  Beams of interloping light slice through dusky haze to illuminate particles of obliterated existence.  Hope fades, resigning itself into hiding.

Salesmen say everything is 'yours' before money changes hands.  Waters from the rains can find their way back to the skies no matter what path of least resistance they take.  Destinations need not be defined before the trip begins.