Last night I dreamt I was 4,407 miles away in Switzerland running with Blake Lively. 

Through the bellissima fields of tulips

aquamarine balloons rose past the clouds.

Like a psychic I can see the future 

through the clouds.

Where are my glasses to make this landscape clearer?

As this thought pounded in my brain 

a unicorn came bounding. 

Slay. 

Like the Atlantic ocean waves the bubbl'r

crashed out of the can. 

Whales filled the pond owned by 

Abraham Lincoln. 

As our run was coming to an end 

the smell of pancakes filled the air

from the mountainside cafe.

Stopping at the cafe we saw 

Seth and Travis Scott.

Oh my,

what a small world. 

Standing in the cafe my tennis shoes 

were soaked from the mountain water puddles.

A shoe dryer hung on the wall

abetting me with my wet socks and shoes,

like a nurse caring for her patient.

Behind the windows of the cafe

a rainstorm started to pass by 

turning the sky black. 

Blackness filled my mind as I was awaken

to a state of confusion.