My palms pound the headboard
Searching for the source of buzzing
Rattling me awake.
Another lucid dream sent to live in rifts around my psyche,
I bat my eyes and press my feet to the carpet.

I reflect on the moment the ship was going down
“Where are the life jackets?”
I scream at my dad as he dove in the rapid river to save
Those falling off the giant boat that had no business being in a river.
Flames over taking the scene,
My mom and I started swimming towards them.
The screaming is endless, the horror is epic.

I snap back to the present and see my eyes in the mirror.
These dreams are the only place I see them now.
I can’t make sense of what my subconscious is telling me,
Again and again, boats are sinking in flames.