Dream Diary (9 April 2021)

I had a possum for a pet.

A fairly large animal, I picked her up outside, maybe to get her out of the rain. When I grabbed her she tensed up a bit as if to claw me, and turned her head ’round with threat to bite, but soft words and good intentions calmed her down. I took her inside a nearby house where a small party was going on. The partygoers said that my dog was strange looking. I didn’t contradict them, and they seemed satisfied, so I put the possum down to roam. More importantly, the owner of the house had a little dark dachshund that was running about and when it came close to my possum, all the dog’s hair– which up ’til this point had appeared classically short –stood on end like a startled cat’s. At this point it occurred to me, both for mine and the dachshund’s sake (but not for the partiers), that I should be worried about getting fleas from my possum. I started to itch.

Then I woke up.

Dream Diary (12-14 Dec. 2020)

Drafted this several weeks ago, publishing it before that clock strikes 12! The idea was to document my notable (citation needed) dreams, and then as soon as I started writing them down… my dreams got boring.

12 December 2020

The first dream begins at my dad’s house where we were watching an animated science fiction comedy. Had to take my cat home ’cause she was starting to yowl and I figured she needed the litter box. That I even had brought her along involves a massive stretch of dream-logic, as my dad is allergic to cats something sever. Anyhow, when I went upstairs to try to find her I instead found a wolf, which bit my hand (thinking about it, being in the same house as a wolf is a very good reason for my cat to be screaming). I grabbed it by the jaw instead of freaking out as I’d usually do and yelled down to my father that there was a wolf in his house. Now this is funny on multiple levels, as I’ve always had some phobia towards wolves and werewolves and the like, but my father also is known for having lots of lupine paraphernalia. I’m surprised the that he didn’t call back “There are lots of wolves in this house!” My sleeping mind was sadly not clever enough to find the humor in the situation.

When I got her home, was there someone trying to break into my house? Were they stealing the boards from my deck? Or something was happening on the street? I do think there was a light rain falling.

COVid-19 fragments from separate dreams: Touched my brother’s coat and he had to clean it. At pharmacy, way too close to people, couldn’t find my membership card, person next to me quibbling for a coupon.

13 December 2020

Nothing of note. Probably stayed up too late and ruined my brain’s capacity for dreaming this particular night. Okay, one thing feature while asleep – a class I registered for had its difficulty measured in swords; this particular class had two swords next to it, which apparently meant it was pretty hard. Odd.

14 December 2020

A friend had an extra 2012 Maserati they decided to give to me. Big signs I’m dreaming:

• No one has an extra Maserati. (Well… no one I know.)
• Not sure if I’d accept a gift like this, would make for a very stressful possession

Lovely fall setting, though. At one point was listening to a recording of other friends’ conversations, the impression I felt was that the recording was a form of social media, not spying, but then again I guess the difference between these can become blurry, huh? Especially in a dream, most of which are almost indistinct to some degree.

That’s all for now. If you made it this far, hope your year’s been as good as it could and see ya in 2021! 🎉

Poem: The Romantic

This is a free-verse poem I wrote a while back (8-14-2014, to be exact). I was going to read it at an open mic event but the event was cancelled, so instead I share it here and now! The tone is happy and optimistic, by the way. It’s about how our dreams support us and keep us going. Never, never, never give up on them!

I tie myself down to my dreams
so that I can relieve the burden of reality
to stay afloat
above the restless seas of everyday life.

I wander through the forests of my imagination
so that I may find meaning and fulfillment
to be free
of the entangling tedium and check-marks.

I crawl through the burning desert
so that my thirst for excitement might be quenched
to discover water
that will keep me alive through the sweltering mundane.

I escape within and throughout my mind.

I am alive because of these yearnings.

And I rejoice at my fellow travelers.

( ©2016 Sean Dorsey )