Weird Dreams

I mentioned a long time ago that my subconscious seems to have quite the imagination. I also like writing those dreams down. So I’m going to try to be a tiny bit braver and start sharing them here. And to kick it off, a double whammy of vulnerability: dreams AND poetry. I’d shared this one a few years ago as a flash talk with my coworkers.

As a kid I was asked
what I’d like to become.
“Dr. Seuss!” was my answer.
“Those stories are fun!”

“Oh the places I’d go
And the sights I would see!”
But that crazy dream
Was not meant to be.

“So? We’ll dream some new dreams!”
said my brain, “But for fun.
“Nonsense at Night! Or
WHUT(?!) dreams may come.”

Before, I would dream
Of loose teeth and foul weather,
But since then my dreams
Have become strangely better:

Or at least they are strange,
growing stranger with time.
Here are four crazy tales
of such dreams — in rhyme:


The first was a fight
For a great holiday
When folks could get
together to play…

They could cook at the grill
Or tend to their yard
Or visit old friends
Or even work hard

On projects that otherwise
Would take too much time
But businesses fought it
To save a few dimes

So my friends and I fought
The bureaucracy’s grip
With stacks of red tape
And polls, votes, and trips

Then at last we succeeded
Our holiday saved!
Til it’s name was revealed:
“Just Anöther Day.”


In this next dream, I sang
An unscheduled solo
Cause the last singer had quit halfway through.
YOLO!

My accompanist mother
to continue the show,
said, Veld!
Second ending from 52 … Go!

And so I sight read!
But I should have no.
The tune was okay-ish,
the lyrics? Not so.

These lyrics were BAD.
Almost not safe for work.
The audience cried.
And I laughed like a jerk.


Next dream: Boxes!
As Seen on TV
They looked like a hoop
And were invented by me

But instead of a hoop
Or a box, they were more
Like a TARDIS or wormhole
or dimensional door

You could fit ANYTHING
in these “boxes” you see
In a space beyond time
and earth’s gravity

A hot dinner stored now
would be still hot next week…
Or next year, for that matter
With this boxing technique

At first, most folks used them
For storing their stuff
They’re so great for moving!
They feel lighter than fluff!

But this dream got weird
when folks started playing
the jingle at funerals
… know what I’m saying? :/


Last story for now:
my brother it seemed,
had died without living
his own life long dream.

But his wife MaryBeth
would not let it go
“Rick can ‘live’ that dream now!
Let us all make it so!”

In his dream in my dream,
through the Alps he would fly
in his marching band hat
playing songs to the sky

So we put poor dead Rick
in a hot air balloon
with his hat and trombone
and said, “Come back down soon!”

He did, and we’d just said
goodbye to the Swiss
When he came back to life
and cried, “What did I miss?”


There. Four dreams in four minutes
Weird? Funny? Gory?
I’ll keep looking forward
to each night’s new story.

I’m not Dr. Seuss
but my mind keeps his mission,*
as you’ll see from this quote
(there’s no rhyming rendition…)

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”

Dr. Seuss

And that was the end of my flash talk. Maybe one of these days I’ll add illustrations too. But in the meantime if you like this, let me know so I’ll be brave enough to keep it up. I can’t promise they’ll all be in rhyme, though I do like to do that. If you feel like reading another Seuss style poem, I did that here. And if you feel like hearing more dreams, or sharing your own for that matter, let’s make it happen.

* Also I’ve realized since then Seuss, like many famous people, could be quite a jerk. Let us all try to do better.

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