line between reality

my brain is drunken from lack of sleep
every hour a little more reality slips away
is this real or is this a dream
what is real what is not
does anything matter, its not real is it
we are woken up by the sounds of barks
i look out the window and see a dog fly by
a flock of dachshunds fly pass the morning sun
i walk out side and look up
a plethora of canines weaving in and out of the clouds
as i watch i notice a flock of St Bernards flying low near my yard
with out thinking, i jump and grab on to one of the dogs legs
riding on the back of a large dog i soar into the sky above
chilling with the dogs in the sky
but on the horizon we see a storm cloud
dark gray, almost black, it seems to be pulsating
as we get closer to the ominous cloud i notice something
what looks to be a mass of moving fur, swarms of dogs
its not a dark cloud, but a hive
thousands of Siberian huskies swarming around the hive
the friction of the dogs fur rubbing against each other,
from their density and fast movement, generates static electricity
the flock of St Bernards i am with, patrols around the hive
we dodge the lightning bolts sent out by the huskies static
alarmed by the lightning and obviously out numbered, we retreat
the head st Bernard in the flock appears to now be wearing a headset
it notifies the dog command center about this disturbance in the sky
a fleet of dogs from the air soon arrive
as we for wait to strike reality starts to fade
the blue of the sky drips into the ocean leaving nothing but space
reality melts into a puddle, slowly evaporating
then i wake up
i stare at the dark ceiling pondering reality
it was all a fake, it was not real, this is real
life is a dream we wake up to sleep
sometimes there is dogs, sometimes there isn't dogs