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