In my dreams

In my dreams,
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
The air is cottony and wet.
It forces itself down my throat like a wet rag.

In my dreams,
Building are upside down and birds can’t fly.
My mother turns into a tulip
and I am left with a slimy fish in my hand.

In my dreams,
Two pottery ghosts chase me through a field.
The tennis court shakes with laughter.
I cry in my father’s arms, but I don’t know why.

In my dreams,
I am everything I want to become.
I am happy and fulfilled.
I am confused whether I am dreaming or not.