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.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC
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.