the dream

you're driving, i'm riding
along the coast, or the 520 bridge
the storm comes on strong
wipers on high, can't clear our view
of the water rising

waves cresting, crashing
five, six, eight, ten feet tall
upon the crumbling road ahead
i'm starting to panic at the sight
of the water rising

our boy is snug in his seat
unknown terror that awaits us
i have no control over this
before we change course, we hit a wall
of the water rising

we're engulfed by darkness
trapped by the cold water
that is my uncontrollable rage
i am jarred awake, hyperventalating
scared to death of the darkness and
of the water rising