Lucid Dreams at the Alien Hotel

Flying dreams, shifting rooms and changing corridors,
melting floors and unreliable gravity.

A door opens and a girl promises me the best sex I’ve ever had.
A secret room, down a secret corridor, bears a sign that says “The Truth.”
I follow the girl eagerly instead, still looking backwards at the truth, but now that door has vanished.

A small and dangerous elevator, with thick doors like a gas chamber.
So many people are crushing in. Thank God there’s no room for me.
I’ll take the next one.

I see a man I used to know, a fellow traveler.
We wait together in the lobby, for our ride to the spaceport.