* with apologies to Eurythmics
The dream feels real. Dropped into a corridor teeming with people, scattered carelessly all over the floor, I pick my way through the vastness of strewn bodies, some awake, some asleep, some stoned, some moaning, some staring, laying in various positions of twist and turn. I recognize no one, yet I know that I need to be afraid. I make my way as best as I can, and, as is typical in many of my dreams, I am carrying too much, a purse over my shoulder, a larger satchel, my coat over my arm, since it has gotten unexpectedly unbearably warm in the moments since I have arrived. Suddenly one of the quiet staring men grabs my ankle. I startle and gasp, and in that moment I drop my coat. He holds on tightly. I pull against his grasp, I wrench myself free, and I reach down to get my coat and get the hell out of there..... and then I am running for my car, and I reach into the coat pocket for the keys... no one is following me, but it's only a matter of moments until something awful happens, I can feel it.... and that's when it hits me..... I have his coat... and all I can do is sob....I halt and turn and look at the door and shudder at what awaits me on the other side even though I know I have to go back and get my own coat and in order to do that I have to find ...him.. And not get caught again. ..... my despair and resignation and fear are humming .... and then I wake up. I think two things: time to move my keys to my purse, and, at least my dreams are not subtle.
My Dreams are Not Subtle
My dreams are not subtle
they boil and they bubble
the tower I'm climbing is turning to rubble
with each step I'm trying to outrun the trouble
that's chasing my heart
can't stop racing
the clock winding down
all the windows have lights facing east
My dreams are not subtle
confusion and muddle
dilemmas around every turn there's a puddle
and when I splash through
winter winds make me huddle
I'm placing my hands
begin lacing
my snowshoes leave tracks
misdirection
is facing the beast
My dreams are not subtle
all crush and no cuddle
my dreams are not subtle
silk smooth feels like stubble
I look at one face
and can only see double
dreams bracing
against time erasing
the stars falling into
an ocean of sorrow at least
my dreams are not subtle
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oooooooooWeeeeee! that is good stuff!
ReplyDelete"all the windows have lights facing east" - that could only make sense in a dream - fucking brilliant!
I sometimes wish I could dream like that when I sleep but for me it is all black then I wake and it's all life. *shrug* That is some vivid shit...maybe an Uzi in that satchel would help.
ReplyDeleteSeriously if the dreams are something not expressed in the conscious of day time then I would say that there needs be a look about and see whose baggage you're carrying and get rid of it.
Garth- thank you thank you. glad to know that i managed to convey some of that absolutely correct oddness of dream.
ReplyDeleteWM-- i have to agree; if a thing does not gladden my heart, it's time to lay it down. but i kinda like the uzi in the satchel.... i'll keep you posted on the next dream!