Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

My First Lucid Dream


Why doesn't anyone come for me
why am I alone
I cry for someone
but nobody comes
I don't know I'm asleep
I don't know it's all a dream

I'm stood by a withered old tree
I stand alone, nobody but me
I feel scared to the bone
the witch is watching me

The tree moves away
like it doesn't want to be seen
the witch comes to me, like she knows me

Then I'm looking out of the bedroom window
at a withered old tree
now I know it was all a dream

Why doesn't anyone come for me
why am I alone

Submitted: Sunday, May 05, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was ten years old when I had this dream, my first ever lucid dream.
It was so clear it is more like a memory of reality than that of a dream.
I still have lucid dreams to this day, some good some bad.
One of my other poems called, Sands Of Time was also a lucid dream.

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  • Kanav Justa (5/20/2013 4:00:00 AM)

    i love when i dream lucid, , , , you can control your dream in your own way, , , (Report) Reply

  • Bobby Wynn (5/10/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    I enjoy you poems, I can relate to so many of them and some inspire me, before I stopped here today I wrote STILL I RISE after reading the world famous version by Maya Angelou, I also had a witch dream as a child. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (5/9/2013 1:17:00 PM)

    Yeah dreams r like dat at times. But u wrote such a nice poem with d allegory of witches n trees! Poetic twistin of d dream i must say. (Report) Reply

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