Aimless and Adrift

I
woke
with a
grunt from a
strange dream wherein I
had been reincarnated in
the next life as a young orphan girl selling matches
on the streets, only to soon realize that
I had jumped, immediately, from one
dream state to another like a spacecraft slipping from
worm hole to worm hole and was now,
apparently, cursed
to be the
captain
of
a
lost
ship
of ghosts,
forever
aimless and adrift,
on a sea of endless gray fog
(which I could tell was going to get old really quick).