where do we go out when you come home

i dream so poorly these days, i guess a man ain't worth more than what he dreams about. somebody told me that, i think he was my daddy. he thought of himself more as mom's boyfriend. mom's boyfriend had dreams, boy did he! the kind that brought fire to a room. he would start out with an all out assault on everybody, electric muscles holding 2 pandas by the neck. heck, he wouldn't have it any other way. shoot, even movie stars would show up, in his dreams i mean.wow, he always wanted to get the chance to tell one of the movie stars that they were in his dreams, that they were apart of his world now, we all are! i remember the energy when he told what he had to tell, he would have that unnatural glow to his eyes. pacing, as we were whimsyed with onslaught into this man's twisted nightmare gone wild. purple museums inhabited by a centipede with a silver tongue. one time he even dreamt of a bag of death!