Dreams, Dreams, Dreams…

It’s not easy being dreams,
or so I would imagine.

They wisp away so easily,
it would be hard to cohere,
maintaining resonance
from one moment to the next.

If you wanted to hold your identity
for longer than a few instants,
lasting from a dream to another,
that seems hard as fuck.
And, of course, that would raise the question of
"Why is there a hearse riding on this
17th Century pirate ship?

Is this dream a sequel?"

I guess that kind of questioning
could really help with lucid dreaming.
Opens up the weird illogic of the imagination.
Maybe that’s what a dream is there for,
whether they choose to be or not.

Thanks, dreams!

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About Jonathan Berger

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