I Need A Dream Interpreter
I once thought dreams were
nothing more
than splinters and twists
of images and sounds
stuck in my subconscious
sometimes a bit fermented
and sometimes a bit more than
distorted green.
Lately, however, my dreams
have become much more surreal
as they were some thirty or more years ago
leading me to think there's something
more than just funky isotopes
and half sparks causing the
show every night.
I can't imagine for the life
of me why a couple of
owls would decide
to join me on a night flight
to help a SWAT team
flush two criminals from an
old house that doesn't exist
in my hometown only to have one
of the hoodlums pushed from a moving
car to disintegrate into a foamy gruesome
mess on the highway...
unless there's someone trying
desperately to get my attention
by opening all of the doors
and windows in my mind's levels
so abruptly as to force me to stop
thinking
for a moment and pay attention
to something
I need to see.
sounds like you are reliving a movie. great memory.
don't know much about dreams bu this poem is certainly captivating and the lines lead the reader smoothly on to the next line and so on...good one, Keith
Wow you remembered it so well, sounds like a movie, I try to stay away from those strong scenes , found out they could disturb my balance even for a few days in a row..it really gives my soul pain.. I suppose that when you focus yourself on goodness even a small amount of strong images could have some negative effect over own psychic. But what would I know ? I can only suppose or wonder..But for sure I can wish you nice peaceful dreams.
Guess to much of action movies.
It's a sign your libido is about to fizzle out : )
this, as a matter of fact, is interesting. though i think some phych studen would make this poem a case study.