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I was far from home My anxiety was rampant, Felt like mice were chewing in my mind I was driving even further away From silk pillows From a warm bed In the flashes of lightening The road ahead Looked like wet soot The rain was relentless The wipers thumped rhythmically Like a dirge in a funeral march The rock formations I passed Were the color of white ashes. Even where the large ones were amassed   Most of the rocks seemed to be thrown down randomly As if from the hand of a grumpy child In a Stephen King novel I wouldn’t meet my own eyes in the rear view mirror Scared of what or who I would see? I reached up and turned it further away The engine revved in a parody of a race My bare feet… One was suddenly on the brake But the other foot was still pressing The accelerator to the floor I finally turned my head to look at you You were looking at me, with a strange grin I thought I had left you behind You were the reason I ran I woke up to the car suddenly spinning My heart was pounding My breath was hitching I was sitting upright in bed Where was I going? Why did I feel the need to run from you? I remind myself It was just a wicked dream Wasn’t it? I turned my head to look at you Still sleeping, unknowing I urgently need to leave Through the open window I could smell petrichor The earthy smell of rain on dirt I listened to the soft rat-a-tat Of the falling rain My imagination had strutted like a rooster. What would I have seen In that mirror? A rictus, fixed grimace, myself or someone else Why do I want to scare myself? I quietly picked my scattered clothes up off the floor I stepped into the hall Dressing by the open door I was thinking of my dream….just run One of the many credentials I hold is as a RPSGT, Registered Polysomnographer Therapist. I study and score sleeping patients. I am a dream expert. What I especially like about it is how our minds take the mundane and give it flare. Did you know most people dream in black and white? Did you know you control everything in your dream? How cool is that? And absolutely everyone dreams. Whether you remember your dreams or not. Its all entertainment I could ramble on about this for hours. Clarification,   Dreams, are made up of you. Every character, every word and action is something you decided to add to the story. If you are a lucid dreamer? You can change the script. And be in more control of what you need to do in your dreams. Trying to come to a understanding of something that is bothering you? Just dream about it. Tell yourself right before going to sleep what the issue is, keep repeating it. Close your eyes and keep thinking about it. Your thoughts will follow you down into slumber. Especially during the first stage of sleep, where you are the most suggestible, and Rapid Eye Movement sleep where you are actively dreaming. Do this often and you will get better at it. REM sleep is the hardest to be awakened from. And the longest to recover from. Taking up to thirty minutes to an hour to be fully functional. You will know someone is in REM by the eye movement.
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Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
Dreams
I was far from home My anxiety was rampant, Felt like mice were chewing in my mind I was driving even further away From silk pillows From a warm bed In the flashes of lightening The road ahead Looked like wet soot The rain was relentless The wipers thumped rhythmically Like a dirge in a funeral march The rock formations I passed Were the color of white ashes. Even where the large ones were amassed   Most of the rocks seemed to be thrown down randomly As if from the hand of a grumpy child In a Stephen King novel I wouldn’t meet my own eyes in the rear view mirror Scared of what or who I would see? I reached up and turned it further away The engine revved in a parody of a race My bare feet… One was suddenly on the brake But the other foot was still pressing The accelerator to the floor I finally turned my head to look at you You were looking at me, with a strange grin I thought I had left you behind You were the reason I ran I woke up to the car suddenly spinning My heart was pounding My breath was hitching I was sitting upright in bed Where was I going? Why did I feel the need to run from you? I remind myself It was just a wicked dream Wasn’t it? I turned my head to look at you Still sleeping, unknowing I urgently need to leave Through the open window I could smell petrichor The earthy smell of rain on dirt I listened to the soft rat-a-tat Of the falling rain My imagination had strutted like a rooster. What would I have seen In that mirror? A rictus, fixed grimace, myself or someone else Why do I want to scare myself? I quietly picked my scattered clothes up off the floor I stepped into the hall Dressing by the open door I was thinking of my dream….just run One of the many credentials I hold is as a RPSGT, Registered Polysomnographer Therapist. I study and score sleeping patients. I am a dream expert. What I especially like about it is how our minds take the mundane and give it flare. Did you know most people dream in black and white? Did you know you control everything in your dream? How cool is that? And absolutely everyone dreams. Whether you remember your dreams or not. Its all entertainment I could ramble on about this for hours. Clarification,   Dreams, are made up of you. Every character, every word and action is something you decided to add to the story. If you are a lucid dreamer? You can change the script. And be in more control of what you need to do in your dreams. Trying to come to a understanding of something that is bothering you? Just dream about it. Tell yourself right before going to sleep what the issue is, keep repeating it. Close your eyes and keep thinking about it. Your thoughts will follow you down into slumber. Especially during the first stage of sleep, where you are the most suggestible, and Rapid Eye Movement sleep where you are actively dreaming. Do this often and you will get better at it. REM sleep is the hardest to be awakened from. And the longest to recover from. Taking up to thirty minutes to an hour to be fully functional. You will know someone is in REM by the eye movement.
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Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
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