Good News; Whichery Poem by Douglas Scotney

I had a nightmare
from which
I awoke myself before meeting the end
I saw coming at the barricade
at the end of the passage
along which
I was running
being pursued by a foe with a blade;

a positive development on the previous dream
in which
I was actually stabbed and
after which
I had speculated,
I had slept on
from the anaesthetizing powers of Trike,
some minuscule
of which
I now knew for sure,
from scientific testing,
was rising through the gaps in the floor.