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Abstract

s of Saguaro wine head thrown back raw laughter broken free you each throw a shot back and shout, “We deserve to live!”</p><p id="13e0">the scene disintegrates the thought has passed the morning alarm rings</p><p id="a861"><i>I have no insight into dreams. I’ve read books on dream analysis but they ring hollow to me. The interpretations and symbolism seem on the same level as a newspaper horoscope.</i></p><p id="6ec7"><i>And how can I not know what’s going to happen next in my own dream? How can I be surprised by what another dream person says when I’m writing the dialogue? Are different parts of my mind really not on speaking terms?</i></p><p id="d008"><i>Sometimes I know I’m in a dream but most of the time I don’t. Why am I withholding that realization from myself?</i></p><p id="7fc4">Dreams = Unknown</p><p id="df30"><i>As always, thanks for reading…</i></p><div id="0234" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/on-the-beach-conscience-on-leash-5b25f7adc33"> <div> <div>

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POETRY

A Train Crosses the Mind

An ephemeral and disquieting existence

Photo by Maksym Pozniak-Haraburda on Unsplash

faces pressed to glass dirtied by yellowlight pinched souls on a blurred train hurtling into darkness prisoners of a frame of time a thought in a dream

you are on the train face pressed to the cool glass peering into the racing darkness there is a smell of burned plastic and sour milk, you realize that when you-the-dreamer wakes this will all pop out of existence

she is riding one seat over hoisting shots of Saguaro wine head thrown back raw laughter broken free you each throw a shot back and shout, “We deserve to live!”

the scene disintegrates the thought has passed the morning alarm rings

I have no insight into dreams. I’ve read books on dream analysis but they ring hollow to me. The interpretations and symbolism seem on the same level as a newspaper horoscope.

And how can I not know what’s going to happen next in my own dream? How can I be surprised by what another dream person says when I’m writing the dialogue? Are different parts of my mind really not on speaking terms?

Sometimes I know I’m in a dream but most of the time I don’t. Why am I withholding that realization from myself?

Dreams = Unknown

As always, thanks for reading…

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