Dreaming

I close the curtains
On a foggy August morning
Realizing it was
A dream
That woke me

I had dreamed
An old tractor
Cranked the first try
To help me
Move a mountain

Thor yielded his hammer
The mountain disappeared
I became an Ice Queen holding nothing
Except an old liquor bottle
Winking Morse code for alone

Climbing back into bed
I held my sleeping husband's hand
As if he could save me
From all the dangers
That come with dreams

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Dreaming

I buried Andrew Wyeth
In a yellow field
I held my grandsons
Told them how I feel
I rode my horses
Once again into spring
I woke to discover
It was only a dream
Now I wonder
Why did I bury
Wyeth in his art?

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Dreaming...

I can't say
I do not dream
I feel my eyes
Move quickly
Observing worlds
As I sleep
I dream
But the memories of it
Slip away
And lay on the edge
Just out of reach
Enough to be strangers.

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I Dream A Lot Now...

Fighting my daily battles during my sleeping hours or maybe I am more aware of my dreams.  The past night's dream was about choices...I was going through a pile of identical bricks, tossing one wide and keeping another for no obvious reason.

I've heard night time dreams is where we fight our demons.  I'm not sure what mine are but I had no doubt in dream land where I tossed the bricks after only a short examination of each one.

A friend just told me I was nuts...maybe, I am.  Last night, while dreaming, it seemed to make sense, which brick I kept and which one I tossed...a very perfect sense...maybe a higher power is helping me sort the important things.  Maybe my dream decisions represent an improved ability to make decisions in the real world.

I hope the bricks I tossed while dreaming were the right ones...and not a garbled message to me that I am actively working at being a few bricks shy of a full load.

Only time will tell...