A dream

You, see I awake, but not really. This is a dream. I have marshmallows in my ears and I am trying to roast them, but I keep singeing my sideburns. There’s a topless mermaid trying to put on a sweater, and two kids bouncing on an abandoned box spring. A dude, 6’3″ and blonde, tosses a racquetball at my head, and I violently shift and avoid being hit, only to lose the marshmallow which falls into the fire, and promptly melts. I can hear whippoorwills in the trees some half mile off. I am taking a walk in the woods with a gray figure. I climb a poplar tree, or what I believe to be a poplar tree, a 100 foot sapling. I lose my grip and start to fall again. I awake and it’s the back of your head I am looking at. Then I awake and it’s that damn down pillow again.