It is a bit shocking, <br />to have a dream <br />that is nothing, <br />not spectacular, <br />not weird at all, <br />but just normal. <br />Like a narrative, <br />taken straight <br />and without <br />embellishments <br />or intriguing <br />and beguiling <br />or so scary <br />bits of action. <br /> <br />Last night <br />it was, again, <br />all about me. <br />I stood <br />and stared <br />upon the two, <br />I now shall call them <br />the darling buds <br />of Fay, <br />shyly revealed <br />behind the <br />Ponderosa Pines, <br />because the mill <br />had people close, <br />too close. <br />And I was frozen, <br />in space <br />and time, <br />a man made <br />of curare. <br />The freeze remained <br />in place <br />but blurry vision <br />changed <br />the image, <br />it went from boobs <br />to a big head, <br />emerging from <br />the birth canal <br />in silence. <br />The awe was <br />just the same. <br />Those awesome dreams.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awesome-dreams/
