Dreams are indeed a strange realm and a strange phenomenon. Largely disregarded by the modern psychiatric community dreams were once believed to hold the power to predict the future and give a much needed release to repressed emotions. Many also believe that dreams give us a glimpse into our deeper selves, a more complete image than we might get just by probing our waking conscious minds.
So having just woken from a nap I scribbled this and by scribbled I mean I typed it hastily with no regard for spellcheck. Enjoy this rough draft:
Dream Cycle
How your presence washed over me
In fractal visions with vague voices
Cascading like an Emperor's army
Concentrated and perfectly oppressive
And I built these words to woo an angel
I faced an army of dead reflections
Cast aside in wars eternal and internal
Only to find this idol an impossible ideal
How with one glance you awakened something sleeping
And with a smile started the fiery hearts
Of a hundred billion dying suns
A galaxy reborn without a second thought
I followed this inflation
Riding the saccharin surge of that dream
To the crossroads just before waking
The place where you were vividly alive
Like a shadow at midnight
Set against a wall by your atomic might
I remain awestruck by your subtle annihilation
And long for this release
Absolution or dissolution
As long as I'm with you
In that nebula
That place where I am not
Author Notes: I tried to capture the intensity and over-the-top nature of dreams and also the scatterbrained aspect of them. Fragments lead into one another and don't seem to add up to a whole, at least not in the initial reassembly our minds make just after waking. Of course to our subconscious mind experiencing the dream it all makes perfect sense, because that's what our brain is doing, taking the color pallet of our conscious waking experience and playing with it, splashing it across a vivid canvas of amplified emotion and surreal imagery.
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