Dream #7,919

I dreamed before Frankenstein’s monster was consumed,

his pyre sank to the bottom of the Arctic Sea.

He convalesced in the belly of a whale,

sat in Jonah’s chair, ate leftovers from Ahab’s last meal,

read graffiti left by Aristotle and Pliny,

hired Pinocchio’s cricket to be his life coach

and learned how to be a better monster.

He asked if he could live with us (until he finds a job).

I said let me talk with my wife.

She said only if she can get a pet to fill the hole

a monster will leave in her heart.

I drifted back to sleep trying to dream which is worse.

Staying up all night trying to answer

questions that have no answers

or potty training a rescue dog someone did not love enough

to come home to every night and clean up their shit.

4-22-24