Going Stale

When reality infringes upon the dream world.

But there goes my little boat, replaced by a fair ship. A feeling that I'm not alone though no other is visible. Gone is my calm, still ocean. The boat-ship bounces along on the water, until larger stronger waves come to send it skidding through feet of nothingness. Then comes the tidal. Massive blue with streaks of white and it's jagged top. Towering over my tiny vessel, the great wall rushing towards me. A fair blue sky suddenly darkens and I feel panic surround me. Not inside of me but a strong sense of it from those invisible beings that inhabit my boat with me. Holding on to some support, perhaps it was a railing. Or maybe a mast, though the image of one doesn't come readily to the mind. The complete absence of all sound but the water crushing it's own surface as it rapidly devours anything that might stand before it.
And then it hits.
Warm air, blowing against my face and a sudden darkness descend upon me. No water. No great force to throw me into the waiting arms of the ocean. More of a hairdryer held too low. And from that swirl comes a new image. Another land, familiar and not. But that's a tale for another time. Or one for no time at all.