In my dream, I saw myself
at work on the wrong day,
upset because they had removed
my phone and computer. What
they could not have known was
that I had an unsaved poem
ready to go. I told them what
had been lost and realized
at once that I should not
be at work on that day. As laughter
erupted within me, within the dream,
I was immediately into the next scene.
There I was in my car, my friend Brian
in the back seat, and then he moved and was
sitting next to me which I thought quite odd.
As I began to relay the dream to him,
more laughter erupted as I realized
he was not there and I was not in my car.
Next, I went to the living room to begin
the telling of my lucid dream to my wife, Dawn.
Hilarity prevailed as I then realized
again, I was still dreaming. This must
have gone on for at least seven
different scenarios, this slip sliding
between dreams within the dream.
Until now, I am left wondering after all-
which dreamer is really the dreamer?
©Paul Goldman October 27, 2014
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.