I open my eyes to a world of sugar
The fruit-punch rivers cut their way through the land
as the red swedish fish jump to greet me
I lie back onto the powdered sugar sand
looking at the pink and blue cotton candy clouds
Pop-rocks create flashes in the sky

I could see the clouds growing thicker in the sky
The clouds start crystallizing for they were purely sugar
Drops of soda dripped from the clouds
I could see the sweet rain showering over the land
It felt gross now lying in this mushy sand
The soda-pop rain made the sugar sand stick to me

This land started to seem bitter to me
The clouds started dissolving in the sky
The rain drops grew bigger creating quick-sand
I grew old of this land of sugar
It was now a very meretricious land
with its candy trees, mountains, and clouds

It was really sunny for in the sky remained no clouds
I can't tell you why this dream came to me
...most of my dreams don't incorporate land
White as a blank page was the sky
...almost as white as sugar
The fruit-punch river was up to my ankles taking with it the sand

I thought really hard and wished for tan sand
I didn't want sugar, I wanted gray clouds
I wished for only plants, no longer sugar
I could feel the dream changing on me
I looked up and there stood a real blue sky
It was no longer a candy-land, but now my land

From this I formed an appreciation for my land
I didn't neglect, but embrace the sand
I could see birds and planes high in the sky
Shapes of loved ones were molded by the white clouds
I was happy where I was, I was happy to be me
My life was mine and it was sweeter than sugar

I know now what I wanted most
...and that wasn't my dreams
But a real, physical place I can call home.