repression of a perpetual dream

I dream of ferris wheels and roller coasters. powdered sugar over deep fried treats. i walk along with a happy song stuck.
stuck.
in my head.
life is comfortably recognizable. but the sky is so foreign.
the strawberry
plum
banana
swirl above my head flickers with a battle of shooting stars.
i snap a picture. jot it down.
i need.
need
more than a blurring memory to take home to reality. and i run quickly,
in hopes of a perpetual dream.
but then i fall.
incapacitated.
the moment fades. i awake to a realistic dimension.
without pictures. without sketches. another dream permanently repressed.
forgotten.

Picture taken Irvine, CA