Found My Soul A Ride!

Went to bed last Saturday night
I didn't wake up till Tuesday morning.
Not sure what happened but I'm told i was ill.
I did dream.
I dreamt some good friends were over
we watched the refs throw the game.
I dreamt i was freezing, trying to pee
should've sat down cuz it's hard to control when shaking.
I dreamt my fever was 103.3
then it fell to 96.2.
I dreamt i had many baths
none of which could warm my soul.
I dreamt i couldn't sleep
cuz the sheets were wet and cold.
I dreamt i just layed there in bed
moaning myself to sleep.

Anyway, when I awoke I had long hair
and a rekindled love for Rush.
Now i see faces when I close my eyes.
All kinds of faces. All kinds of races.
Pirates. Natives. Banditos. Old grey beards and dirty hats.
Imagine a rocketship powered by Hot Tamales.
Imagine clocks in the sky ticking away and your not surprised.
Imagine a weakness when you walk combined with a newly strengthened mind.
Imagine getting enough sleep.

I feel much more at ease now.
Maybe there's less coffee in my system.
It'll pass i'm sure, but i quite like the feeling lemme tell ya.
Reminds me of another time and place and space.
I'd volunteer for these fevers way more often if I could always get the same effect.
A certain lucidity. A moderate vibration. A slow hum.
Nice.

Maybe someday I'll write about when I went back in time...