Dreamworld Manipulation Poem by Dillon Gay
Dreamworld Manipulation
Objects are moving and shifting
Floors lowering and lifting
This is so real
But something is not right, hidden under a veil
A sudden realization comes to mind
This must be a dream; where is the rest of humankind?
The movement... it stopped
I thought of a loud noise and it popped
It's a lucid dream! I can control it, I know!
Copies of me lined up in a row
I turned everything into a lovely place in the ocean
But violent thought corrupted my mind and I was hit by a shark's fin
I found myself in my room, the realest place yet
Eager to manipulate anything I met
Nothing changed... I awoke!
And for that day, I never spoke
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4/26/2024 5:30:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Science may never be enabled to accurately explain the surreal presentations that the rapid-eye transmits with the mercurial mind in deep-sleep....Some believe that our entire life/existence, is all a dream... I have written on this topic, over the years, but don't lend much credence to this radical concept/theory.Very well done....last few lines should be re-read for you to consider a wee bit 'o word modification...Otherwise...job well done, Dillon. F j R (())