Vitamin Dreams

Her dream was interrupted then as smartly dressed Italian men surrounded her in the soft sand. She'd offered one of them her hand, he let her sip from his Campari just as the African Safari had dropped her in the King's domain. A growl was heard, there would be pain but only drilling noises heard, she could not understand a word. He wore a rather stupid mask and it was clear that her new task was just to follow, 'PUSH' they shouted and as she howed between the sprouted petunia flowers there was wind, as through the cockpit Satan grinned. She urged the captain 'stay awake' then switched the oven dial to Bake. There was a crowd to say Farewell and, dust to dust, she felt unwell. Out of the ground sprang four black stallions then she went back to her Italians. Awoke and found the little pills, the sun was smiling onto hills, a boy was leading his two oxen the pills contained much pyridoxine. The moral is, you take B-six your dreaming brain gets one big fix. And if you take a hefty dose you'll dream in poetry, not prose.