The eyelash knows the rain, Believes its curls transpire pain. You see a spiral fall from her eye, And wish on a feather to bring her here.
Adopting a breath and stealing a stare, You look in your own eyes and What bothers you there. Losing a lot, the memories turn And follow you where it is hard to discern Anything but sound and the drop of a feather.
Wait, wait. What is here? Relief overflows the eyes and the nose, vino rosso and pizza no “No” to those.
Skipping to the end of the page I sink My eyes scanning for a rebate My finger reversing as it disciplines those eyes, Every time they hit the last line.
Fried mind Is skimming the present, Doubting the meaning, Condescending the passage.
Slim mind, Reaching though blind, Your mini mind torn from the author’s full form.
Wavy eyes, Straighten your row. Follow the line through, Though it’s not what you want to do.
Silly heart, It comes from you, This ripping a page apart. Unwind your tendrils and Sausage your scrambled soul Whisper sweet syllables to fill your heart’s hole, And eat all the light… It’s nutritious.
Do our pre- sleep musings dictate our slumber’s surroundings? Recently I’ve been continuing conversations from the day in my dream. I dream up an SMS conversation.
I’ve been interested in dreams since I was really young. I used to have reccuring Dreams…but that didn’t scare me so much, they would only make me curious. I was more concerned and worried about how a towel looked scary draped over a chair in the corner of my room when I’d wake up in the middle of the night…
Later on I discovered that nightmares also triggered lucidity. One of the first dreams I wrote down was in 2009. I was concerned about my dog, Molly. She was sick. I worried about my family after she died, and Molly’s afterlife.
One night I dreamt that I was being chased through the bush by a pack of wolves. Molly dog, our beautiful Labrador, appeared out of no where and led them away, sacrificing herself so that I could live. I remember looking at my hands and seeing them shaking, looking strange… I woke up, in shock…
I wondered about lucid dreams more and more and found myself flying up ski hills instead of taking the ski lift. I ached for that flying feeling. Eventually, it happened again. I was in the QVB and I lifted my arms up and flew to darling harbour and got on a boat, similar to my high school friend’s boat.
A handful of lucid dreams later and a mild interest in finding how to seek spiritual answers through dreams… I found myself by a beach. I was on a sand dune and I asked someone if they were my spirit guide. Their answer was so droll. So average and unclear.
I didn’t feel the need to try and lucid dream again…
Now, I’m thinking about dipping into it, but just casually… Just aiming for one lucid dream every now and then. What do you reckon? Are lucid dreams safe? Can they be useful? Have you ever had a lucid dream?
I’ve also had traumatic dreams from lived experience and memories from bipolar episodes… Sometimes vivid dreams are horrifying to shake. I lost interest in dream recall for a period after these dreams came and went. It’s really important to talk about dreams with someone you trust, if dreams are impacting you… They can hit home hard, I know. #speak #trust #mentalHealth #depression #phoneAfriend #anxiety #PTSD #manicDepression #believe #love #heal