Dreams at 35000 Feet

Inside a dream

I awoke

On an empty plane

The seats around me were unoccupied

And no staff pounded the galley

With clinking bottle

Or rattling trolly

 

The plane still moved

Through the air and outside I could see

A night sky

Of atmospheric distortions

And green-blue nebulae

 

Exploring I found

The cockpit was as empty

As the soul of an old merchant

Buttons flashed and toggles moved

Of their own violation

I sat in the captain’s seat

And watched as invisible forces flew me

And me alone

On

 

Through a purple cloud

The plane glided

There were faces in that cloud

Inhuman and unfriendly

The metal and plastic around me shook

With violent paroxysms

 

Voices flooded the cabin

Haunting voices

Clawing their way into my mind

The words were

Not of my world

Alien tongues

But I still understood the evil within them

 

I took the controls

And despite being untrained

Guided the metal bird

Out of the cloud of faces

Downwards towards the earth

Whichever earth was down there

 

The crash

When it inevitably came

Was not like in the movies

The plane did not crumple

Or pull apart

And there were no flames

Or explosions

 

I sat frozen in the captain’s chair

I was the captain now

The captain that sunk the ship

On the runway I had made for myself

In the remoteness of this world

Watching as a creature fat

Squat and bald licked the glass

With a forked black tongue

 

Something moved in the cabin

Behind me

A big thing

Crashing down the plane

Getting closer

And louder

 

Beneath my seat was a hatch

I dropped through it

Fell through the air

For what seemed like hours

And landed softly on

A bed of long grass

 

I searched around me

With baffled eyes

For the creature at the window

Or any other thing

And noticed the plane was gone

Vanished from above my head

Poof

Just like that

 

The sky beyond

Where my flying carriage should have been

Was normal also

No multi-coloured raincoat of clouds

No faces or voices

Nothing untoward or strange

 

I glanced to my left

And saw my home

Dark but for a few lights upstairs

My room

With my things

My whole life

And my bed

Where I should have fallen asleep

Rather than out here

On the grass