Clearly, I had to be bold. Bolder than I naturally was of course, which required the impossible good of enhanced abilities.
Yes powers straight out of the comic books. That's what it would take for her.
So it will not happen sadly.
And then my allotted time to use the computer ran out and I was depressed as I hadn't written a single word and writing by any other means than with the computer just wasn't something I was prepared to do.
Instead of raging out though, as I was wont to do when things like this would have been reason enough for such a reaction, I sighed and shook my head and pushed myself away from the computer and shuffled off to bed to forget this latest of defeats in my life as sleep was always an escape.
Now it was hardly the best way to spend my time as I could have drawn something and worked through my anger that way but I wanted to forget everything for a time almost never remembered my dreams which is why sleep was such an escape for me I went to sleep with ease and woke up hours later, like no time at all had passed, even though hours had.
But that was the usual course of events and as I would come to see, this was not the normal time of sleep. This was something else.
Awareness flooded over me and I was not in bed, or anywhere inside my prison, which is a thing you can do in dreams, even while in prison because the mind can escape such restrictions and this is what I have done now.
Though it felt very real, it could only be a dream, because anything else would make no sense since I was far from the prison that I'd been sentenced too, however unfair a sentence it was, they wouldn't allow for any escape from within its walls so easily.
So understanding this, as the only logical reality, I could enjoy the dream for what it was, the only escape that I could possibly have until the end of my sentence, which was a long 18 months from now.
Though I could scarcely enjoy hanging upside down from my feet.
What did it say about me
That I was suspended from a tree
Inside a dream
As a writer and artist no less
And still hadn't broken free
Like where was my super strength
Or blinding speed
Something to serve the need
Of my escape
Though just having the former by itself
Would land me hard on the ground beneath
And that wouldn't do me any good
As I'd surely get hurt
And even in a dream
Who needs that
But it does speak to a weakness
As a creative man
That I hadn't yet freed myself
With the minutes ticking by
And the hanging by my feet
Sure to be
Yes by the by
A painful thing
That I didn't need
Which was surely true
So what was I going to do
To find my way free
Of this predicament
Inside the most real dream
That I've surely ever had
And could I find my way there
Without a great deal of pain
Because I had it bad enough
That I didn't need to add
To this worst part of my life
At least my hands
Were thankfully free
As I hung from a tree
So I didn't have that
But added to the misery
Of being in the most real dream
But like this now
Surely high enough
That if I fell
At the very least
It'd hurt like hell
And probably worse
Even if that doesn't make sense
Since my dreams
Have never hurt me before
It must be the fact
That I'm on an alien world
That makes sense to me
But it does not change
The predicament at all
I'm still but likely to fall
If I try to escape
Without the flow of power
Of a well changed man
I cried out loud
As this was a dream
And I couldn't even manifest
The least little power
of the comic book kind
That I'm sure I would have shown
Since the love of comics
Was a goodly part
Of what led me to the path
That I'm still on
And though I'm restricted
From using the prison computer
As much as I'd like
I can't very well just give up
On the writing no
Because that's what I am
Even if it ain't proved to be
The successful path for me
It's what I identify as
But my current state
In the most real dream
That I've ever had
Being what it is
Which is to fair to say
Is bad indeed
Has nothing to do with that
And I should try to escape
If for no other reason
Than to feel but better
About my creator self
Though how I'd do this
I had no idea
Beyond the act
Of swinging back and forth
Yes fast enough
To swing to the branch
And grab good hold
When it was clearly impossible
For me to do
And even if I could
Yes do such a thing
I'd have to untie my feet
Then climb but down
The scarily tall tree
From which I was currently suspended
So crudely put
I was screwed
Though I could be cruder
That feels crude enough
As I find myself
Without a clue
As to how to make good
On my escape
From the starting point
Of a real bad dream
That I rightly feared
Could only get worse
Since this was a start
That was plenty bad for me
As I was high enough
That I could easily meet my demise
If I fell and broke my neck
Which is a scary thought
Even in a dream