Rare Sometimes

I dreamt of Godzilla last night. It has been ages

Surreal-sized beasts tossing massive vehicles down from the sky like toys. Monsters, towering above the landscape. Racing along beside them, getting too close. It was the first time, in a long time, I'd had a nocturnal adventure like that.

I wasn't scared. I never have been by those dreams.

I wonder at the rareness of that imagery in my sleeping mind, now.

Thinking about it makes me feel tired. And a little wistful.

Sometimes, I don't understand anything.