Subconscious

I could fly.

Not like stereotypical Peter Pan style or with bird wings

but with a shirt

with built-in handlebars

I soared and failed

crashing into my ceiling.

I told my brother to hop on

but first put a brick wrapped in cloth in a backpack

and wear it as you hold on to me.

I don't understand what was going on

but my subconscious had a plan

a plot

an idea

to turn reality upside-down

based on what I had read right before falling asleep.

The last day of school

relived

some kid named Oliver who I've never seen before in my life

I don't know what's going on in my subconscious

I just go along with it.