The Blue Catapillar

The dragon appears and the scales swarmed my dashboard. It almost seemed as though the night would consume me but reality was still there and nothing seemed to be wrong. What was going through my head was not normal and I didn't know what I was saying. I'm listening to myself through another man's ears and I knew that it would sound really weird because it was like I was trying to say that things were normal, but it wasn't. Now that I reflect back on that night, I realized that indeed the blue catapillar had come to help me dream. Perhaps the breath was not as deep as it needed to be and perhaps I could dream bigger if I breathe more deeply and less scared. I want to dream so that I can paint colorful paintings, but I don't want to ruin my own dreams. Nightmares are what scare me and I don't want to dream alone.