A Vivid Dream at The Break of Dawn

By Ethan Francis

I woke up, having just banished

My dream of a toothbrush singing in Spanish

The song was something about insurance and wealth

And it destroyed what was left of my mental health

But no! My Spaniard toothbrush was just the beginning

Of a journey throughout my inner subconscious

Like the realm of Hades, it keeps on growing

Weaving more stories, both benevolent and malicious

I now find myself half-awake in bed

Watching a football subtly munch on a loaf of bread

We then talk about politics, the stock market and dams

Until the football wobbles off in search of some jam

I jump off the bed, as though pulled by some force

And go downstairs after challenging a tiger to chess

I then read Black Beauty (the inspiring tale of a horse)

And then help a frying pan put on a fancy dress

I step out of the house to find a bomb sobbing

It turns out it was fired for being too deadly

I comfort him and then teach him cooking

Once he made a batch of cookies, he was very happy

Then I find my old friend, the carbs-loving Football

In a heated debate with a cricket bat about the best sport of the all

But just then a German shepherd starts singing

The argument cools down and they start humming

I then find myself at my school’s main building

And a nuclear bomb closing in, its spirit unyielding

My friends and I try to run, but we have no choice

But just then the bomb vanishes and I hear a voice

I look up at the sky to see my fuming mother

She seems angry, for sure my dream is fading away...

Then Football and I give one last look at each other

He waves goodbye and my eyes are filled with the light of day

By Ethan Francis