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Bears, Deborah J. Brasket, Dreams, poem, poetry, Relationships
Strange Dreams
You stood there heating your backside by the fireplace,
I sat in bed telling you how real my dream felt last night,
Perched in a tree with bears prowling below.
I watched while you walked away without responding,
As if I and my dreams and all that lay between was nothing.
Dreams are the strangest things, I said to myself, to no one
at all, and realized, this too was another dream.
Deborah J. Brasket, 2021
Very meta, Deborah—a dream within a dream—much like life itself.
Yes, that’s how it seems. There’s always this waking up process that’s needed
Exactly!
Love it. Dream within a dream – so unsettling.
I know, it makes you wonder if there is an objective reality, or if this human experience is just another dream within a dream.
It would be crazy making to think so and yet there are times I wonder….
“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.“
Zhuangzi 369 BC
I’ve always loved that quotation. Thanks for sourcing it.
Exactly, I love that! Thank you for sharing that here, Louisa.
Good one Deborah. I can really identify with this.
Thanks Ginny!
I love the juxtaposition of your writings with the artwork. Really lovely.
Thank you, Luanne. It’s always fun to search for the perfect image to go with each post.
I can imagine so!