Dream is as Dream Does

English: Tent of Circus Herman Renz Nederlands...
English: Tent of Circus Herman Renz Nederlands: De tent van Circus Herman Renz (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have always been fascinated by the power of dreams. Many of my short stories deal with the idea that the dream takes on very realistic attributes. Sometime we are not sure if it was real or not. This little poem attempts to capture the feeling. I hope you like it.

 

The Dream Conundrum by John W. Howell ©2013

 

You wake up and are sure it was real,

A forgotten paper that was due in Psychology.

As hard as you try there is no way to explain,

It is fifty percent of the grade for the term.

 

You feel panic as the realization hits,

There is no way to recover this error.

A story is made up to explain,

That the paper was mailed and must be late.

 

Situations in dreams make a lot of sense,

In real life, dream logic folds like a circus tent.

The professor accepts the mailed in story,

But then asks for a copy of that cursed report.

 

More stories are told of dire circumstances,

Crashed hard drives, dog ingestion and such.

The last straw is looking for the professor,

To return the keys to his car that you took.

 

Thank heavens you finally wake up,

To realize it was all a frantic dream.

You hope the professor has a spare set of keys,

Since he made you throw your set away.

 

Have a great weekend

 

19 thoughts on “Dream is as Dream Does”

  1. Dear John,
    I’m totally fascinated by dreams myself and I’m most impressed with you creative way of dealing with the nightly theater! Very inspiring indeed! Have a great weekend.
    Love from Norway
    Dina

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  2. One of my favorite things that deals with writing is being able to play with the lines that blur reality and non-reality. I think I could draw a lot more inspiration from my dreams if I would write them down while I remember them. But, inevitably, they are gone within moments of me waking, unless they were REALLY profound.

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  3. You captured the essence of dreams, John. The ones that really haunt me are where I suddenly realize I have to give a presentation but I can’t find the room or even the right building. I’m late, I’m not dressed appropriately or I don’t have any notes or all of the above. My husband and I call them “angst” dreams 🙂 My favorite line from your poem: “In real life, dream logic folds like a circus tent.” I love that image! Well done!

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  4. I dream a lot. In black and white…in color…sometimes even in sepia. I wonder if that means anything? lol This poem told a great story!

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