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This dream of mine. Prompt #279

Vivi.SleepWrite about a dream you have or have had. Could be a night time dream. A day dream. A dream of something you long for.

Turn your dream into a poem: haiku, pantoum, or any form of short piece that works for you.

Post your writing on The Write Spot Blog.

Share your dreams. Writing them, posting them, might help shed light on questions you have.

Giving your dreams “air” . . . letting them see the light of day might help manifest them.

Go for it. Just write!

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3 comments

  1. mcullen Post author

    A Pantoum, by Marlene Cullen, first learned about pantoums from Terry Ehret
    Lost
    In a foreign country
    People standing, walking, talking
    Walk through a homeless camp
    Cool green water in canal
    People standing, walking, talking
    Floating in a pool of clear blue water
    Cool green water in canal
    Exposed
    Floating in a pool of clear blue water
    Walk through a homeless camp
    Exposed
    In a foreign country
    Confused
    Lost in a foreign city
    Red Tour bus
    Lady with ginger hair
    Lost in a foreign city
    Smiled gently
    Lady with ginger hair
    Surprised in my own bed
    Smiled gently
    Red Tour bus
    Surprised in my own bed
    Confused

  2. Ke11y

    I peer into the dark wondering where I am till the pictures on the wall
    take shape…then the upholstered chair, the lamp, and the rug. Jesus, I
    don’t need dreams like this. I’m fighting, clenched fists, yelling
    something at the top of my voice, crying blasphemies, and finally blows
    are striking down at my heart. Wild, uncontrolled punches, one for every
    cry of ‘no!’ I massage my eyes, and feel uneasy about lying here. I
    breathe heavily; listening to the sound of my heart hammering, as if
    breaking my ribs to get out. Raising my head from the pillow I gaze
    out the window, seeing nothing but a crisp, velvet darkness hanging
    over the tranquil, wintry, and moonless ocean. The dream’s aggression
    was disturbing, frightening enough so that I cannot just lie here
    waiting for the freedom of morning’s arrival.

    1. mcullen Post author

      Dear Kelly, Thank you for sharing this dream sequence. It sounds like a powerful dream. I traveled along with the narrator peering into the darkness, seeing these shapes emerge. I can picture the dream and feel the unease and frustrations. When I woke from my dream that inspired “Lost” pantoum, I was surprised I was in my own bed. . . I was so deep into the dream. It sounds the same here . . . a dream that was difficult to recover from. I especially like “a crisp, velvet darkness hanging over the tranquil, wintry, and moonless ocean.” I also like the last line. . . it illustrates the feelings of being imprisoned in the dream state. And the freedom of morning’s arrival can’t arrive soon enough. I relate to this snippet of a powerful dream.

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