Do you remember
Dreams?
Walking across the sands
Barefoot and happy?
Do you remember
Pain?
Barefoot and sudden
Sharpness?
Do you remember
Blood?
Dripping from your foot
But did it happen?
Or was it a dream?
Do you remember
Swimming in the warm waters?
Do you remember
Weeds catching your feet?
Tangling your legs so you can’t rise and breathe?
Was that a dream?
Do you remember
Tears shed all night
But in the morning
The pillow is dry?
Do you remember
Waking?
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21 comments:
evocative poem and interesting form Mimi, just because events occurred in our dreams does that mean they didn't happen? Aren't they still genuine life experiences?
dreams are fascinating, especially the ones where you wake up with a particular feature lodged in the conscious. I had a dream I'd found some treasure, as a child, and spent the first ten minutes of the day planning how I was going to spend it, then I realized...
the fillets get bad dreams occasionally and it often takes some serious persuasion to get them to realize it wasn't real and everything is ok. But I often wonder whether we're not throwing the baby out with the bath water by doing that, whether we should be encouraging them to believe in their dreams
ps/ stunning picture
ah, the mysterious world of dreams! if only I could sleep I might be able to dream.
This is a cute animation of dream a little dream of me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0j42kj1Dwg
oh, how sad. There are also the memories of things that you know really happened, but you're still not sure if you only dreamt it. On several occasions I have had to ask my parents to verify that some of my early childhood memories really happened (they did).
File, I think believing in dreams is a sensible precaution. On the other hand, last week I had a dream in which a friend was doing some frightening and sociopathic things. Is it wrong that I have been avoiding said friend since then?
I think it's understandable munni, tho others may not!
as we know; our unconscious often plays with reverse psyche (and symbolism and bare faced surreality),it forces us to use our instinct as arbitrator. The interpretation of a dream sociopath might be something very other than an Easton Ellis character, lettuce for example. (but what does a dream of lettuce mean? Beware!)
is this a good time to promote my new book; Dream Cheese? No? Oh, well I won't then
It's so difficult to believe that your brain has just made all this stuff up while you were snoring away... so one looks for meanings and hidden truths. And sometimes they're there, and often they're not.
Munni, perhaps it was just a general paranoia dream - trusted person turns out to be dangerous? Or as File says, perhaps it was really about lettuce:)
Nice poem, Mimi. (btw printing it right-justified was an accident to begin with, but Mimi and I both agreed it gave an added something, so it stayed like that)
Yes, agree with File that a dream is part of your life experiences, it's just a part that didn't happen in the 'real' waking world... not 'real' but still real. Which is the point of the poem, I guess.
Difficult to explain to small chldren though:)
And the term "Dream Team" has never been more appropriate...
Hi all, I'm off for a sunday daydream.
oo file, did you say you were working on a new book?
yes John, thanks for asking. The basic premise is that if we eat cheese before we go to bed and we get straaange dreams, what happens when we dream of eating cheese...
it's a period docudrama
bravo file, if you're not from the C.A.you can't get this docudrama baby in other words you have to be:
a CA member to eat dream cheese and dream about dreaming of eating chease-
C.A.? G?
Much credit to Zeph for the formatting - it does help and all credit for the wonderful picture which not only invokes the weeds but also the rock pools where I got the cut foot.
The thing about dreams is so much what munni says: do you remember reality? And is that reality real?
I do have some dreams about early childhood that are real, but my mum remembers differently. Same reality, different interpretation.
Mimi - lovely poem which meant a lot to me as I read it. Reality has been a bit out of my control recently and very much something I'd have liked to have woken up from.
Are dreams an escape from our reality or a version of reality we secretly desire? I have a recurring dream which works out differently every time. I know I don't particularly desire any of these endings, they are all bad news, but I think my brain just wants the thing to happen and to be finished with. So the brain plays it through to try to get some resolution and move on, but it can't ever put a definite end on it because I can't control the other people involved. An infinite loop. I do find however that writing about these things makes the head quieter, so here's my pondering... does blogging fill the void between the reality we desire and the reality we're stuck with?
...compared to dreams, tho, a lot of life is just this
gne, gne
non?
(another docudrama as it happens, tho not mine, here we restrict ourselves to phantasmagoria and fantasia)
gne gne, bellissimo file, Paolo Conte gave me a rush of blood :-)
they're a talented family aren't they G? Love Giorgio's gentle sense of (mocking) humour
Yes file The two brothers are spécial -Gne gne-
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It’s the insistent, near-forensic questioning which makes the reader (this one, anyway) wonder what question is really being asked. Not a comfortable read, but a striking one.
You've got it there Melton, I'm wanting to give an answer, but not sure what...
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