pocket watch

it rained last night 

very hard and loud
and I had a cinematic dream 

in 5 very specific parts

that were labeled like an outline

    1.)

    2.)

    3.)

    4.)

    5.)

at the start of each part 

I saluted myself
for sleeping so well

and with such clarity

    1.)

        the narrative arc

        was about young woman

        who was the daughter 

        of a serial killer

        we went to boarding school

        together and shared a large bed

        with one other girl

        we were sitting at one of those

        faux wood topped school tables 

        making mosaic style collages 

        with construction paper 

        and mod podge

        I was also making

        an ellaborate sash style body chain 

        with silver ball chain beads

        and gingham bows

        for a silver pocket watch 

        that hung in the center of my chest

        the serial killer's daughter

        kept coming over and painting wet strokes

        on my construction paper page

        and snatched up my sash 

        and dipped it in a muddy puddle

        I was frustrated but

        decided the mud added     

        some desirable effect

    5.)

        in the final act

        the serial killer's daughter

        was a wild German shepherd

        running down a dusty desert road

        trying to escape her father

        she stopped in a gas station

        bathroom to clean up then ran

        behind the gas station

        into the wild expanse

        I tried to pour a blood colored

        message into her ears

        but there was a gap where they

        connected to her head

        and the message just 

        leaked out

        so I didn't know how

        to help her

        that was the only way

        I could think of to reach her

        brain, seeing as she was

        a dog now and only spoke   

        a dog's language