the lotus flower's dream

As my foot slipped into the water I knew I shouldn't have been there.  My stomach tightened and I knew the monster was near me.  I said, say something in a low voice; the monster:  
 
I lived in the land of the lotus flower  
as far as the eye could see,    
a sea, in ribbons of hot  
and pink lemon drops,  
and marbles of blue poetry,  
 
It was thrilling living in the dream but the monster wouldn't tell me anything, and the curtain of night was by then too far in the distance for my dream to catch up to me.  It was peaceful when I woke as the dawn made itself known by the peach light shown through curtains of murky ivory; the consciousness broke my head open like a secret dream felt through the living.  I wanted philosophy, yet all I got from the monster was poetry. Perhaps the answer lies in the consciousness of flowers unbelievable of the wonders.