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On The Interpretation Of Dreams

Lately, I've been dreaming more;
strange, mundane, and silly vignettes
perused for a moment upon awakening
but forgotten as quickly as a
"sorry, wrong number" phone call.
Thank god for that.
Who needs more stuff cluttering up the morning.
There's already enough random shit to contend with.
Why allow incredulous invasions from dreamland
to muck it up even more.

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kind of "prosey" but I decided to publish as a poem anyway. Let the purists get their whips out for the lashing. I can take it.
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So here's my take: I feel this is a poem of missed opportunity, The beginning intrigues but as you digress to disinterest and refer to it as stuff thats what the poem does to Its about a man who apparently doesnt give a shit about having his mundane mourning mucked with
Its a room to no where Its like saying here's my poem what.
Dreams are our inner terrain beyond the concrete, potentially a hall of marvelous mirrors where we process deeply our interior scape, an art matrix, a difficult place of subtlety, ambiguity, smoky veils, etc
So what did you decide to do with it? Make it irrelevant? and why? Well you say so right in your poem

Who needs more stuff cluttering up the morning.
There's already enough random shit to contend with.
Why allow incredulous invasions from dreamland
to muck it up even more.

You denigrated your inner life because what; you think everything is about rationality?
Because you couldn't figure it out like a chair, a pare, or a midnight stare
so you trashed the treasure trove for the obvious instead of using it (albeit difficult )
to explore the very thing your consciousness is built upon and preferred to remain a mystery to your self Consider that the outer life exists because it is built upon the inner
Dreams are the mana of poets my friend

Its just my opinion
Best Z

“The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.”
Aleister Crowley

I obviously don't agree that my consciousness is built upon "dreams"
I'll chalk this up to there being "two kinds of people in the world"
those who think dreams are portentous, and those who don't
Just asserting that they are won't sway me
for every treatise taking one position, there is another proposing the opposite

I am not limiting my "self" because I dismiss down time brain processes as a well of inspiration, formatting my "interior scape" . I can assert, just as you made your assertions, that dreams are a by-product of the brain doing something during sleep, but what , or why, or how I don't know, and neither do you. Take from them what you will. I see NO
reason to give them any more thought than to acknowledge they happen...and occasionally enjoy the absurdity

like I said, two kinds of people in the world, and that is alright by me

so I will continue to produce my mana-lite stuff, and you, your mana-filled (and often brilliant) poems

with deep and abiding respect for your thoughts


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to shout "Amen!" but fear for the assault on my psyche! [Chuckles]. Sometimes; you just have to be a bit irreverent, and go for the humor in life! I'm a person that smiles a lot and even in some dire circumstance. [I've been called crazy]. Loved this bit of humor that made me smile and let me know that there are people out there that are still enjoying the joke. ~ Gee.

There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I love it (maybe too much) when someone (like you) gets ME, and shares my sensibilities,
(at least for the moment) in a poem

I'm ( parentheses ) mad today...what can it mean, call a coven to dispel this curse (lol)
(maybe they'll give a discount on dream interpretation)
my mornings are free from noon till dusk

thanks G


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I respect your comment however I don't want there to be misunderstanding Its not the dreams, its the subconscious thats the driving force behind the appearance of our so called choices The dreams are like the hands of the clock they are not the underpinnings of consciousness itself nor do I think they are necessarily prophetic

I don't know about 2 kinds of people but I can attest
to the high minded ignorant and the low minded superstitious ;)

Best Z

yes, the subconscious is worth mining, but I was only responding to the idea, the essence, of dreams.
portentous does not always imply prophetic but I guess that would be one's first thought.

dreams and superstition is really what I was talking about...those that try to read them like they would tea leaves, or chicken entrails...I thought the poem was kind of lightweight and humorous...not a diatribe...that was my intent...can't know how a poem will be received

thanks for the follow-up


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I've only had one dream that felt epic, and mainly because it was in vivid color
Other than that, most are just dim grainy snippets resembling a badly edited vintage film with no discernible theme.
but they do amuse me for a moment if remembered at all

the last sentence, if a question, is only rhetorical. Do rhetorical questions require a question mark, Mark?

thanks for your input


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