#dream – Michael Sean Erickson

Last Laugh in North Korea Dream

The prison complex eerily resembles the U.C. Berkeley campus.

She smiles, pulls out her laptop from her backpack, and shows me a sex film.

The wall clock ticks like chirping crickets.

I see what now appears to be her ghost sift in and out of the candlelight.

I stare into my illuminated reflection.

I cannot prevent the cold sweat from starting to pour down my forehead and onto my open script.

The flappers all look over their shoulders like they have been disturbed by a cold breeze.

I open the cargo hold hatch, while holding on tight.

LUH from “THX 1138” is driving an egg shaped vehicle like from the movie, “Sleeper.”

I see that my Le Mans has been delivered finally.