"Baby, baby why can't you sit still?
Who killed that bird out on you window sill?
Are you the reason that he broke his back?
Did I see you laugh about that?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it glide?

Can I have some remedy?
Remedy for me please.
Cause if I had some remedy
I'd take enough to please me.

Baby, baby why did you dye your hair?
Why you always keeping with your mother's dare?
Baby why's who's who, who know you too?
Did the other children scold on you?
If I come on like a dream?
Would you let me show you what I mean?
If you let me come on inside?
Will you let it slide?"

Black Crowes

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It was so real.

There was once a man who said to me,
"I came here through means unknown."
His speaking stopped and I looked.  
Fifty once-men walked in synthesis to his unspoken words.
Somewhere, calliope music played tunes,
echoing current affairs.
I froze a while, seeing another one.
What was once a friend barely seen anymore.
What is their eye worth if I can't recall it?
Blues, browns and greens  stopped mattering.
But I do remember the mouth,
its upward curves especially.
It was a shadow to old times sake
and an homage to memories.
One flash of light later.

Upon finding myself in bed,
sweat had never seemed so comforting.

It is not a mirage. This;
it is vital they share the same blue
veins under their pale veil. But they breathe different
airs.             To live, is to learn how
to rejoice with paresthesia
causing liquor down your throat
and be in the stupor without feeling
stupid.
Stupors feel better
lucid
and this, this all feels better in sleep.

Midnight souls collide
in an omniscient wave of misty rage
worries cloud the fretting mind
days with pale grey wind storms
and ominous evening stars
waking dreams atop a cloud
to fulfill a dying wish

Sunrise
overcomes the molded sky
shatters clouds like littered glass
broke skin bleeds
red until you fix the wound
the past will never heal itself
unfed mouths. scream.
tired hands. greed. your
turn to cry. a soul drowns
in questions. change is
good when understood but
if not confusion rots
a stagnant mind. liquid
everything melting at the
top of a thought is crazy.
everything unreal becomes
something unknown. until today
everyone showed their face
and secrets.
to be unveiled at the hands of victims.
we want vengeance. but
happiness now would be a dream
smiles and love
with ease. in the middle
of this tempest is an
eye of despair. a calm in the air of time, where
everything forgets the other purpose
silence overcomes
and all is gone.
until tomorrows sun.

lucid-dreamer society will never hold your hand,
or carry you fondly over the cracks and areas with spills and immense damage,
instead society will watch you fall, get back up and fall again,
never once giving you a helping hand,
you determine your destiny,
you determine whether or not you want to go flaccid or with force into the world we live in,
get back up every time you fall,
for all society wants is for you to give up and fall prey to the dangers,
for you to cower in the face of fear and scowl at the mere mention of the names of those who made it,
be thankful always and humble yourself at the first sight of turmoil,
for you are your own creator of the small part we play in fulfilling our destiny,
go forth and do so, willingly with an open minded spirit

Look for the clues..  They are all around!!  They will tell you of a world of your creation.. Of a world that has no rules at all..  Where the stars in the sky are made up of the memory of your memory..  At some point I finally find a clue..   It was in the pictures on the wall!!  They were all upside down.. I knew then this was a dream.. This was a world of mine..  

I go out into the night and look to the memory stars above..  I begin to float a few feet from the ground.. And then above the town.. Its so beautiful and calm from here.. All the lights of this town are lit by my memory of light.. There truly is no electricity here but just memory, memory of shine, memory of how a light looks to the eye that beholds it as the shadows run away from its glow..  

Floating quickly turns into flying.. As I begin to dive and rise toward the town and the creasent moon above..  I swear my stomach reacts to the g-forces I create from the memory of roller coasters..  Its then I rise above the clouds..  There is silence I cannot describe up there.. And when I truly listen I hear the hum of the the Earth itself. A melody, a song, a beautiful message that tells me there is no limit here.. I bolt through the clouds and over the dream oceans in my mind..  

There on the rocky shore I see an orange glow..  A window in the rocks..  There are others like me there.. Inside this dream chamber.. There is a flame that burns at the center of this room.. As I enter the winds begin to move the gold and silver sands on the wooden floors..  I see the flame and it calls to me..  I place my hand within it and it turns storm blue..  Its then I awake from this beautiful lucid dream!

"Be calm"-
I was laying flat in a bed.
My palms-
Shaking and my face is red.

Listening to looped white noise.
I had ping pong ***** taped to my eyes.
Red dot lasers pointed in the center of each.
The method we used to help me lucid dream.