I Had This Dream Last Night (it’s true)

You can call it a dream,
You can even call it a vision.

But whatever it was, I saw it, and you just can’t “unsee” things.

You were standing up at the altar on one side, holding the two hands across from you.

This figure didn’t have a face, all I know is that she was wearing white, and you pulled a piece of notebook paper out of your pocket.

And you said those vows with the inflection of a lover, but I saw the black smoke slowly spewing out of your mouth almost like your cigarettes.

But this smoke was thicker, and contained a different smell from the usual menthol.

I asked your parents, who were sitting in the front row with me, if they saw it.

“No.
What on earth?”

This smoke was enveloping your entire face.

I wanted to make it stop.
I wanted you to stop.

But of course, I found my mouth again voluntarily taped shut, and my other senses began to awaken due to my abrupt vocal restrain.

This smoke was making the room fragrant of smog,
your eyes began to sharpen and burn with the intensity that I never knew,
and my body began to tremble in its feebleness while my heart was trying to catch its next breath.

You just kept talking, and it grew.

You said, “I do,”

and the largest pillar of smoke arose from your body like word vomit to a pretty girl.

You became aware.

And so I left.

But why did I have flowers in my hair?

More importantly, why was I wearing white too?