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Diane Hine

Freshman - 2,381 Points (25 July 1956)

Starry


Our family have mundane dreams. For instance,
I used to nag the kids to eat their vegetables.
Once, my daughter dreamt that I was nagging
her to eat her vegetables; how crazy is that?

I dreamt I was walking around town with my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law has long legs and hard-soled brown boots
which strike the pavement with firmness of purpose.
This time though, she wasn’t wearing her brown gravitas boots,
she was wearing her white low-gravity boots. In fact,
she was fully kitted in a spacesuit, because in the dream
my sister-in-law was an ASTRONAUT!

My sister-in-law is really an accountant, but I don’t need
a dream interpreter and here’s why: ‘Accountant’ and
‘astronaut’ both have three syllables and start with ‘a’.
Also, my sister-in-law is an expert needlewoman. If all
her Kangaroo Island Show award certificates were linked
by all her award-winning stitches they’d reach the moon;
not now obviously, that would be exaggerating. I mean
four point four billion years ago when the moon hugged
Earth so tightly, that if kangaroos had existed back then,
they’d have been sucked up mid-jump. My point being,
that my sister-in-law could be a very capable handyperson
in space. Also needles are pointy and so are rockets.
Also I’d just watched a documentary which featured a
female astronaut. Also I’d mentioned my sister-in-law’s
travel plans to my daughter earlier in the day.

My sister-in-law was being noticed while we walked around
town. People were glancing in admiration at her spacesuit.
We were talking about flying (in a plane) . I was being noticed
by association. She was oblivious to the attention and I was
pretending to be oblivious too, but really I was thinking –
Yeah, I’m with her >>>>> the ASTRONAUT!
That was the climax, nothing happened next;
our dreams are censored by our beliefs.

Submitted: Monday, October 07, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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  • Gold Star - 12,580 Points Valsa George (10/15/2013 11:03:00 AM)

    Dreams happen often through images formed by association. Your sister in law's profession as an accountant and her hard soled brown boots, her award winning stitches and her use of needles.. all these, through indirect association led you into dreaming of her as an astronaut! 'Nothing happened next'.... Yes, Dreams are never complete! A beautiful conclusion to the poem! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,655 Points Lyn Paul (10/12/2013 6:04:00 AM)

    Many coincidences happening here, has she paid for the next trip to the moon? I do love Kangaroo Island yet believe her talents are wasted there. So creative Diane, I do hope you have shared this with Sis (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Danny Draper (10/8/2013 6:11:00 PM)

    Nonchalant the dreamer and the astronaut out window shopping with disinterest for the redundant attire, but within gravity of its appeal wondered what or not would transpire. Hence analysis of zzzzz minds wandering to perhaps allow neurons to prance, even though drawn from consciousness we enjoy its merry dance. And although people read your poem and comment back in verse, you could have dreamed of being starkers in a high street at peak hour, and forever wonder, which is worse. (Report) Reply

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