A Dream and other strange snippits

In my dream there was an anole which spoke to me. At first it followed me and only after I had seen it in many different places did I attempt to capture it. The anole struggled free several times but eventually surrendered and lay docilely in my palm. He instructed me to gently hold him in such a manner that he, the anole, were protected while at the same time able to view all the important angles and perspectives in our location. Being satisfied with his mode of transportation we continued about our way within this quaint village and cafe which hitherto has remained undescribed.
We can go anywhere from this point. So why does the mind fail.

With a deafening clang the monstrous door swung shut forever, sealing inside several now certainly panicked individuals. That's a good end.

Wait, given the circumstance, the arduous nature of this undertaking, should not doubt be left fumbling about the crabbed attic of the mind? Shew me the sane individual, stalwart of mind, who would leap, free of temerity, into the dank grotto of Instantaneous Revelation.
As you pause, confounded by this sudden insertion of brutal reality, remind yourself why you are here, in this moment, this reality, this singularity even.

And suddenly from above came the melting cry of an Angel moribund.