Bad Dreams
Last night I had a long bad dream. It seemed to go on so long, even included my telling myself it was all a dream and waking up and finding myself still in the dream setting, still dreaming. I was so relieved, and even tired, when I finally woke up!
It wasn't actually a nightmare. I dreamed I had been transferred to teach in a middle school in Petersburg Virginia, a place where I did actually teach about 30 years ago. But in this dream I was being transferred overnight, wrenched out of my job/life at the Mount, and plopped back down in Petersburg in my present age. Whew.
I'm not having much luck with poetry writing today, so I decided to post a draft of one about another dream, one I had six years ago, while undergoing chemotherapy. I definitely had what they call "Chemo Brain."
Dream
during Chemo
In the chapel
in the summer night
Father Jim.
lots of students
Light by
candles
Darkness –
night bugs caught in my hair
Joanne Cahoon
and the story of the monk
Flashlight
Mary Ann Bozel
Door-deduction-
When you clean
your room you look to what is not yours
The darkness
and the candles
End of dream :
Leaving after
Mass
Students
waiting outside
Someone sells
me
A world’s
finest chocolate bar.
Was this the
same dream
Where the
church was open to the night sky
With only a
wrought iron grillwork roof, all lattice and open,
And the
windows too, almost like a screened in porch, but
It was a high
ceilinged, peaked beamed roof…
Buzzing in the
heat of the summer night….
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