My dreams are getting weirder.
02.04.21
Tag: Dreams
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Dream Poem 4
Recently, I had a thirsty dream
starring James Donald Forbes McCann
(let me tell you,
– it was nothing you could plan)
In this dream I complimented him
then surprisingly he me
(as in my poetry!)
Then, lo! I touched his arm
then surprisingly he mine
and beamingly he chimed:
It’s amazing, human touch,
for connection 😉
James! You’re married!
I replied
And then I woke up,
thirstier than before
for another man
Sorry, for using you,
James Donald Forbes McCann
Praying always for the success
of your catamaran plan! Ho!
I considered using a plant metaphor
but I kill most plants
I don’t know anything about
growing leafy things
only recent experience in
how to keep something alive
but I imagine a tiny sprout
protruding from the ground
I clearly see this sprout
I look around
– no one else notices –
I wonder what kind of plant it’s going to be
this little shoot
I start to wish it will become
a wish-fulfilling tree
I know such trees exist, have existed
in this world, in other worlds
and though rare, difficult to find,
I know such saplings exist!
I cannot ask for anyone’s help,
because even if this plantlet
is to become this rare tree,
no one will identify it correctly —
it would be discarded! —
and I just have this really strong
feeling in my gut
that I have come across the growing sprout
of a wish-fulfilling tree!
I’m keen to protect it, and help it grow
but I’m really really good
at killing all things green –
they don’t need help, it’s cyclical –
and I really feel like I can’t talk
about this rare treasure
with anyone I’ve met,
because, let’s be real,
people are, like, really good
at murdering dreams
so I just wish to myself,
(pray)
please, please may I have found
a wish-fulfilling tree
please, please, help me nurture it
and please help me not kill it
I know I’m so so so good at killing
familiar with the action, as I’ve been
please, don’t let me become
attached to the idea of the tree
that somehow wish-fulfilment will grant me
happiness – I know it won’t!
I know it is my virtue – but still!
Think of all the good I could do,
granting all those wishes,
with wisdom of course
I would never abuse my power
I act with self-lessness
and still, I confess
I do not have even the wisdom to know
what kind of sprout I have found
or if I have found
anything at all
for I’m the only one who sees
this plant, so small
perhaps it is just a shadow
of desire that grows in the dirt
How can I know?
I have entered the dream world
it is dark
madness ensues
I’ve come unglued
monsters lurk and
a peculiar quirk
has taken hold of me
reality not what it seems
I have entered the dream state
it passes over my waking eyes
a film, betraying a wild guise
a darkness taking over me
absent absent is the light
in a nightmare world
full of haunting fright
how could it feel so right!
I have entered the dream
I see its walls surrounding me
seemingly limitless,
yet I cannot run further
than my limitations
in a meat puppet state
I cannot wait any longer
to start becoming stronger
I must lucid make
my dull dreaming mind
I cannot afford to become unkind
— not now! —
and forget …
I must remember the dream
has taken hold of me
it’s pulled me in and under
and threatens to rip asunder
all that I’ve worked for
all that my continuum has worked for
to lose all I have and more
futures of past work
I cannot be the jerk
that throws it all away
and yet,
I cannot be the one to stay
I must wake up!
Still, I have been pulled under
I have metamorphosed as a cicada
to scratch my way to the surface,
crawling above ground
to birth such sound
and to shed such skin and skeleton
like the selfless king
abandons his crown!
while in samsara’s sea they drown
no more
I must wake up!
In the dream world
imagination is the creator
of all sights and sounds
and smells and feels and fears
and tastes and don’t forget
the touches you don’t get
— your mind creates those too
in the dream world
the artist thrives or dies
depending on will and disposition
— or is it now our despotism?
for it is time I must remind
(who?)
it’s pure imagination
— creepy factories aside —
I have entered the dream world
and so I say goodbye
to the ordinary people I once knew
to the human race in which I grew
to the good friends, in numbers few,
oh how when I write, I will miss you!
but only a solo journey ensues
(the synonym is madness)
for it’s certainly not entirely lonely
with all those characters arguing in there
CAN YOU SHUT THE HELL UP
FOR JUST A SECOND
SO I CAN PRETEND
TO BE NORMAL?
Nope.
Not fair.
This familiarity is based on
past impressions
with no guarantee of
future impressions
(& little return on investment)
you think I’d shift gears
Alas! like so many lifetimes
before me
I write
I enter the dream state
I strive
I will realize my mind
this time,
with a qualified Spiritual Guide.
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In My Mind | Session 15
Lately I’ve been back in the forest, capturing a fraction of my experiences. Here is glimpse of my visions that demanded to be expressed to the music of CLANN. See the Youtube channel for more.
May your Saturday be filled with love, joy and expression!
In my mind
though light will rise,
first darkness falls
at the faerie court
they see it all
understanding should not
be confused with power
in the deathless state
we fearlessly devour
delusions
Music: “The Faerie Court (Under Sun)” by CLANN
Video & Editing: K. Samways
something there
and something not
something cold
and something hot
a fingernail stroked down your back
a moldy sandwich in your pack
enough of this, it’s time to go
it’s all a dream, I thought you’d know
Music: “Caves” by CLANN
Video & Editing: K. Samways
A Dream:
The King I seek is standing in the sun.
I cannot see his face.
He holds out his hand to me.
In his outstretched palm is a wax seal.
I cannot make out the pressed emblem.
On the tips of his fingers he offers an amber Jewel.
I long to take the Jewel from his hand, but I don’t want to appear selfish. I just feel this offer means so much more. The seal reveals his official business, but Jewel feels like a gift meant just for me. I reach out my hand to touch his.
The King disappears, and I wake up.
Another Dream:
I was sitting on the bank of a river. From a distance, I watched a female oriole weave her nest with dry plants and tree bark. Every so often she would pause and call out to her partner, working at a distance. I moved closer to get a better vantage point. From up close I could see that the lady in orange array had woven lavender forget-me-nots into her hanging home. As she flew off to gather more materials, I stood up and peered inside. I gasped, thrown by what I saw. A window into a deep red world. A ruby hung in the clear sky casting brilliant rays across a crimson lake. A couple cradled in a copper canoe bent in for a kiss. A scarlet glare lights my pupils aflame and, blinking, I wake up.
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