do you daydream?
what about nightdream?
do you remember,
when it’s over,
what you dreamt?
do you dream in color?
widescreen, digital flashing lights?
surround sound, the echoes,
vibrations
do you eat in your dreams?
do you sleep and wake in dream
then wake again, confused?
do you ever meet people you know in your dreams?
are they different?
when you talk to them,
does the conversation seem
to shift topic to topic
from moment to moment?
does the light seem tinted in the room,
as you look down from the ceiling
at yourself, there in bed, drooling?
have you ever exploded in a dream?
been shot at? tripped and fell and
sat up suddenly in bed and full of adrenaline?
do you ever have nightmares?
do you ever dream
that you’re five years old and sick,
you’ve lost your voice, so hoarse,
and you wake up in the middle
of the night- go downstairs
for a drink of water –
look up from the refridgerator,
the crocodiles in the kitchen
surrounding you, unable
to cry out?
do you ever dream
you are lost
in strange and fantastic places,
urgently navigating,
at best, trying in the dark,
between trees, these shadows,
fog-
do you ever dream a blackness
without form?
dream, and cease existing?
what warm cloud do you float in then?
where does that person in your chest
stand around and wait
while she is gone from you?
what does she read?
when you are dreaming,
are you caught up in it?
are you aware of the fact
that you’re dreaming, or
is it second nature?
do you ever notice it’s
a dream?
are you calm
in dreams
or excited?
do you cry?
are you in there?
or are you watching it like a movie?
have you ever fallen in love in a dream,
with someone you’ve never seen before?
two weeks later, did you see her
on the corner, on a bus-
walked by her, the familiarity
but… a stranger?
did they dream it too?
do you travel?
time passes trains, buses, stations,
planes, boats, ports.
customs.
the relay race.
around the world in eighty seconds.
ever woken up
with an unexplainable tan?
foreign sand in a shoe?
feathers from far-off
and tropical birds
other clues?
does it ever occur that your dream
is so drastically absurd that you
could wake up in a room
full of thrown tomatoes,
full of pulp, a viscious hangover,
a mess with no explanation,
just that they squish under your feet
and think: “I am still asleep”?
do you ever forget what you’re doing
with your physical body?
the glass of water in your hand
jaw halfway, agape
your feet leave the ground
the volume knob fade-out
the glow from the marble
sinks to the bottom of the glass-
when you come to just seconds past
what’s just elapsed,
then drink,
and swallow the marble,
do you choke on yourself?
do you make it back in there?
does it hurt?
when we dream,
we dissolve,
into the air,
and into each other.
