When you know you're a dot,

indistinguishable from trillions of other dots,

tiny, insignificant dots,

it can be hard to 

wake up in the morning.

It's more fun to lie in

bed and dream.  Dreams 

happen all by themselves, cost

nothing, and use little energy.

I've dreamt a lot in my lifetime.

I've recorded hundreds if not 

thousands of dreams--analyzing

many of them,

seeking another means of perception,

or of reality itself.

But I can't say for sure

that has happened.

All I can do is ask:

Who or what would I be

if I hadn't looked at all

those images from another place?

Could I write this poem?

Could I write any poem

or draw any picture?

Would I be in the same room,

sitting in the same chair, 

writing about dreams?

Have dreams made 

me happier, less anxious,

more confident, a nice person after all?

I have no idea.

Has it all been a

waste of time, time better

spent at work, or 

playing with pets?

What if I couldn't do anything

if it wasn't for my dreams?

What if all I could do

is sit here and not

have my dreams to write about?

What if I was a fish swimming

deep beneath the sea

with no dreams at all?

What if I was still a child,

or a teenager, rather than an

old man hoping

for a few more

good years?

Without dreams, I'd see things

differently, no doubt, even if

I don't know what that would be.

If I dream tonight, I hope

it's a big dream that

connects me with the light

of the universe, if there

is such a thing.

I wish for a direct encounter,

I always have.

When I wake in the morning,

I'll see everything differently.

I'll see reality exactly as

it is without fear.

I'll be happy to be alive

no matter what I have to do,

who I have to see, what news

I receive, no matter

who lives or who dies,

including myself. 

That would be

a nice dream.

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Comment by moki ikom on July 20, 2018 at 3:21pm

Fortunately not near as often as not there's "a dispossession dream" pattern i wake up from that encourages  me toward cultivating a greater appreciation for my reality, mundane and tedious as that reality not infrequently fixes itself in my woken wanting mind, in contrast to a state (in my case in dreamland fortunately) of loveless anonymity in a sea of humanity.   Still, on the good chance in daytime slumber/escape  aka 'a nap' i won't have dreams from which i am very grateful to exit, i can lay down even sweating under hot tin roof and will myself to escape my being awoke and only partially woke,, seldom is it guilt-free that i engage in such therapy and i'm most often amazed when i finally escape my escape just how short was the time i was minimally conscious, taking a break from the exercise, demands of full consciousness.

Comment by Maui Surfer on July 20, 2018 at 6:23pm

I know, somehow, one day I walked right past you on the Lower East Side or maybe it was on the steps at Grand Central, wish I would have known you then ... beautiful piece of work here.


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