dreams, waking

i dreamed of zombies
tearing at my windows
pushing like a mad crowd
and of a rifle
warm with a fresh
kill
then i awoke
into another dream
a younger world
the frontier of settlers
and a bear
tearing at my skin shed
desperate and hungry
for the freshly slit deer
tomorrows jerky
and a winters warm, full belly
and this time a knife
instead
go ahead
try to claw at the latch
then it would be
in the battle of both our lives
the victor with the
warm full belly
would rise from the
lightly dewy dust
the champion
blood covered resolve
i tore off my bed-sheets
awake,
soaked in heat-sweat
summer night;
awoken....