Our prompt today was that our poem should be based on an image from a dream.

As always I will start with a haiku.

Drifting off to sleep

No thoughts of dreams or nightmares

Yet the sandman comes

THE ESCALATOR

It starts in a very

stark and industrial

type of location, like an

airport or a large shopping

mall. Wherever this is, it is almost

empty, and it is a cavernous space, all

white and silver and shiny and brand new.

There is a giant and very steep escalator, it must

be at least three stories tall and there is not another

soul on it. I get on and ride slowly to the high peak of this

monstrosity and as I reach the summit I realize that there is 

no flooring at the top and I am destined to plummet to my death.