Dream, 29th May, Anonymous

I went to rest when
The sun was out
I woke up
To the rain
I dreamt that I
Was flying high
Over the hills
And again
I eat a feast
In a banquet hall
Drank a draft
By the well
Dabbled my feet
In the cold cold sea
And watched the
Oily swell
I woke to find
The sun had set
There was a
Tolling bell
And round me
Stood a mourning crowd
Saving my soul
From hell