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What does this dream mean?
Last night I had a dream, and in that dream me and some friends were swimming in a creek. My dog was there aswell swimming around the water. We tied a rope to my dog and she swam really fast off a little waterfall (about 2m high) and she pulled us along and for about 10 secs we could fly on the raft. We kept pulling the raft back up and doing it again and again. It was fun.
Then we went up the river to stay at this hotel. The hotel was a bad place. I knew the hotel was a bad place because I had had a dream about it before and the people there tried to break into your room at night and capture and torture you.
The hotel was the only place we could stay.
Then for some reason the whole school was staying there on an excursion. My old fav teacher was there and he worked at the hotel now. He kept trying to get away from us all. He was up to something. I kept getting him to come back to the group so he couldnt sneak off.
Then I woke up. Does this dream have any meaning?
what does this poem mean? It is anonymous?
Keep still, Just Walk the Plank
Groundhogs gophers-gally up-salute to ecstasy
Sand it UP
Euphemism sways these chivalrous oak trees- yet still:
Turtles truddle with wicked corruption
sleaze (be weary)
Diving deep with scales of rainbow
Tied into bows by Mayflowered children
Treason!! But sly-
Triples, Quadruples, [fool] stand BACK
Same square lecture Bocks (L?)
Let peace be squandered till death
In-consequential, pots of steam, tendrils climb (ing?)
Drink deep but slow trepidation fits duplicate
I could make a pirate out of you,
But I can’t tell these heroes from thieves
Is this chuffing cacophony mocking me? amplified dissonance.
Knocking. Knocking. Pounding. Crying.
Daughter? Quake and smell this lavender Soap! –are you there?
Brush brush brush these shale biscuit rings
Into worlds folds [YOU!] evil
Darling, I’ve waited- but now come back to me
Hiss hiss, is it gray or did it miss?
Understand I did not berry this chest of CoaL(d)
Just lick this seal and it is FINished!!!
But now this scrap can survive; LIBERTY
Oh Destitute, surrender your wealth!- I’m loaded
Plummet into the Grave of sunrise…. ‘scape
Calamity sheds slithery skin (bury it!)
Resolution of Rosie specs
If you’d rather not, I’ll fly alone
To those western skies that dream of Eden
But. Just for now, teach me your songs
Or I’ll drown from sour melodies.
Indignation (yours or mine?)
“A Daily Joy to be Alive” written by Jimmy Santiago Baca. What does this poem mean?
No matter how serene things
may be in my life,
how well things are going,
my body and soul
are two cliff peaks
from which a dream of who I can be
falls, and I must learn
to fly again each day,
or die.
Death draws respect
and fear from the living.
Death offers
no false starts. It is not
a referee with a pop-gun
at the startling
of a hundred yard dash.
I do not live to retrieve
or multiply what my father lost
or gained.
I continually find myself in the ruins
of new beginnings,
uncoiling the rope of my life
to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,
tying my heart into a knot
round a tree or boulder,
to insure I have something that will hold me,
that will not let me fall.
My heart has many thorn-studded slits of flame
springing from the red candle jars.
My dreams flicker and twist
on the altar of this earth,
light wrestling with darkness,
light radiating into darkness,
to widen my day blue,
and all that is wax melts
in the flame-
I can see treetops!
“A Daily Joy to be Alive” written by Jimmy Santiago Baca. What does this poem mean?
No matter how serene things
may be in my life,
how well things are going,
my body and soul
are two cliff peaks
from which a dream of who I can be
falls, and I must learn
to fly again each day,
or die.
Death draws respect
and fear from the living.
Death offers
no false starts. It is not
a referee with a pop-gun
at the startling
of a hundred yard dash.
I do not live to retrieve
or multiply what my father lost
or gained.
I continually find myself in the ruins
of new beginnings,
uncoiling the rope of my life
to descend ever deeper into unknown abysses,
tying my heart into a knot
round a tree or boulder,
to insure I have something that will hold me,
that will not let me fall.
My heart has many thorn-studded slits of flame
springing from the red candle jars.
My dreams flicker and twist
on the altar of this earth,
light wrestling with darkness,
light radiating into darkness,
to widen my day blue,
and all that is wax melts
in the flame-
I can see treetops!