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