Dream #999

As I tried to sleep last night,
a group of three men
dressed as riot police
burst through my
bedroom window.

They held me on my bed
and sliced open my skull
with X-acto knives,
pulling out an SD card
I didn’t even know was there.

One of them plugged
the card into a smartphone
and they all gathered
around the burning screen.

They began to weep
through their masks
before leaving quickly
as they came in.

Meanwhile, childhood leaked
from the hole in my head
and stained my sheets
the color of a cloudless sky.

Relaxation washed over
me like drowning.
I slipped into the deepest
sleep of my life
and woke up this morning
refreshed for a change.