The dream

Yesterday time stopped for a bit,
So I watched the pigeons flying backwards,
Whilst hopping on two feet.

I queued at the bus stop,
But three came at once,
So I lay in the road and counted the clouds,
Till the sleeping policeman woke me up.

Down the cobbled lanes,
Old women flashed their legs coyly.
Whilst passers by stopped to wave,
And made calls on their mobile cameras.

So I played by the gutter with a piece of rope,
But it won every game except one.
I didn't like losing so I went back to sleep.

You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!