Dreams 2014 ©
By
Michael Casey
I had a very vivid dream last night, it may have been two dreams even. Dreams are
the mind’s way of sorting out all our daytime activity, they can also amuse and/or
frighten.
They say that without REM sleep our bodies suffer. Well worth a google
or two.
We can dream of our dream house, my small daughter
sometimes dreams of a big house and a cat and a dog. I’ve told them if ever I
sell any books we’ll have that house plus a pet. My daughter draws pictures of
the dream house and a cat on the roof. Perhaps I’ve brain washed her.
You can have nightmares too, which are so much
more than bad dreams, you can wake up screaming. Too much feta cheese or Greek
cheese can make your mind go into overdrive. So if you watch that late night
horror movie, when you go to bed you will be IN that horror movie.
Inside a dream you cannot escape, it’s like being
in a prison cell with no way out, so what happens? You rock and roll and the
killer with the gun is chasing you. You start to moan in your sleep, your REM
is in overdrive, like a ping pong ball being hit and returned by the Chinese
world champions.
You sit up in bed suddenly, and lash out with your
hands, trying to knock the gun from your attacker’s hand. Only you send your
mug of cocoa flying off the bedside table. You look around like a tortoise
poking its head out after the Winter hibernation. You
yarn then fall back into the comfort of the pillows.
You return to your slumbers, the gunman has
evaporated into the mists of sleep. You cuddle your pillows, and wallow like a
hippo in the comfort of your bed. The gunman is dead for tonight, though your
blood or rather your cocoa is all over the bedroom carpet.
photo is my pretentious writer's pose
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