Nightmares

                                                                 

 Dream:

After posing a series of strange questions about women's underwear that I answered with relative ease,  a carrot- topped serial killer electrocuted me because I couldn't remember the name of earth's most recent Tsunami. Tsunamis, it turns out, aren't given names. There was a sense of unfairness in the game, beyond the obvious cruelty of threatening to electrocute anyone for anything whatsoever. I didn't know, until conducting research in the waking world, that Tsunamis don't have names. But it must be that I did know, because I sensed on some level that this greasy, pimpled, tortured, ugly redhead had asked me a trick question. ZAP. Bastard. 

Dickinson:

THE BRAIN is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.