Rogue wave.

I dreamt last night that a wave, two miles high, rose up from the Atlantic and submerged America. As it passed all that was left above water was California. I stayed dry because I can fly. I figured that trick out in a dream I had years ago. My friend who I’d grabbed by the shirt collar just in time, turned to to me…

"How does that make you feel? ….seeing your country like that."

"Like what?"

"Wet."

There were shiny things glinting at me from the slick pile of rubble that remained. I picked up a pair of opera spectacles and thought, “I might need these.”