Fever Dream of Unicorns

Fever Dream of Unicorns

A Poem by Lesley Wood
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When I awake from sleep, from dreams, I always want to go back...

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When I awake from sleep,

From dreams
I always want to go back.
It’s another world or dimension.
It is stranger, scarier but so free.
At a mere thought or glimmer
Of thinking, you are somewhere else.

Yesterday’s was strange, 

more strange

And it felt so real-

Like there really is
Another dimension or world
I tap into in sleep.
More so because I had fever.
I remember: I was magical whitness

In beast & human form. 

I remember:
A lover, a friend and a car with wires

From a stalker. 

And tears well
When I think of the sick evil of

The scattered, decapitated horns 

and bones 

of my family...

 I remember flying to save a friend
From something awful, and my faceless lover

Doesn’t want me, and I was in heat. 

So much heat,

And one more thing: 

There was an old man with mud

Or blood around his mouth, and I don’t know 

If he

 was a relative or what. 

(I think he was my Grandpa)
In the first few moments of wakefulness, 

I feel so alien here, 

Like I don’t belong

Like, this isn’t real, 

This can’t be. 

What is this?
And what are we doing?

All the noises: 

Mowing, hammering, cutting and…

This is wrong. 

This isn’t living. This is dead.
This makes me sick. 
The real world  is there.  I just wish I could stay.
 

© 2008 Lesley Wood


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a writers eye is alacrity,
dreams are the compass of the soul,
with the happenstance of meaning,
recycling all our love, the goal!

inside of my Heart, a wish fulfilling Gem is there... where time and space warps and wefts by its magic, removing all obstacles, past present and future, towards the goal of Love. Every day I shine the Gem as the goal gets closer and closer! ... ripples through time ... and all my Dreams become me ...


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You really captured that feeling of wanting to escape back into our dreams. I've had many mornings like this where I even tried to get back to the dream. It never work. I like the dream images mixed in the real ones. After a while I couldn't tell them apart. Which is like how it is when we're dreaming. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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