A poem about dreams and visions. How do you interpret your dreams and visions?

The Vision

and the Dreams

As I tossed and turned,

eventually falling into a deep sleep,

only to fall out of sleep again—

falling in a dream,

my body jerking

as if I’d been kicked off a mountain

I have no recollection climbing.

And there—

a vision.

A serpent,

but not the hiss of Eden.

A beautiful snake,

pure white,

threaded with a radiant ribbon of yellow—

so striking,

So majestic,

it could make your hands unclench.

Daylight comes,

only for me to encounter

a masquerader of a friend—

a smile shaped like a serpent’s tongue.

I carry the vision like a talisman in my chest,

while a voice rehearses its cruelty,

because outside,

reality still wants its pound of me.