Last night’s dream had me connected to a device that was assessing the condition of my heart.
I rose up and stood, still hooked to the machine – full of energy – with a feeling that I could break out in a run.
Test results: Heart is good and well.
I may get nervous, doubtful – downright frightened sometimes. But at least in the REM state confirmation is given. My ticker is certified strong.
Did you feel it?
That’s a section on the US Geological Survey website
(A Science for a Changing World)
I was feeling a lot of things
in my dream
listening to vinyl records
with the man who
professed his passion
for hot chili peppers
people all around us
were preparing for
impending disaster
tsunami maybe
but I was not well-versed
I was looking at his bookshelves
putting the needle on the record
might as well listen to a good tune
feel happy
when catastrophe strikes
there was that white knitted afghan
tilted shelving
an enormous brown couch
who was it we were listening to
when my bed began shaking?
I felt an earthquake
while I was dreaming
rocking me in waves
while I slept
In the morning
I jot the dream details
but my rattling bed
is doubtful
in reality
there are no earthquakes on my dormant island
to be sure
I search the USGS
maybe I felt distant fault lines trembling
documented there
2:59am
on the other end of my island chain
Hawaii had a 2.1 tremor
and so too, Japan
a 5.1
the Philipines
4.9
when you look to see the online list
it seems the whole world is rumbling!
“Did you feel it? Report an earthquake”
links
in cyberspace
I won’t report it
except for here
record players and chili peppers
earthquakes shaking my bed
dream science
a changing world
are we feeling it?
Finding myself writing more privately in my journal than wanting to publicize every thought through WordPress, I’m wondering where to draw the line.
Like do I mention the image I woke with this morning? The one that came as a bird’s-eye view while I sifted in that space just between sleeping and waking.
It was a big sky place, like Wyoming. Cotton clouds in wide open blue. An ariel view of the back of a pick up truck. Half of the truck bed was stacked with fresh-cut wood. And resting just beside the pile were legs, one bent at the knee, reclining freely in black, fishnet stockings.
This may be more information than anyone needs to know. Freud is dead but I suppose here’s a time where one could conjure his analysis. But let’s forget that.
The beauty of art is to let go of the mind. Play in the realms where nothing makes sense. Tap this source of possibility. Enjoy the mysterious confusion.
Why not start the day with a picture of infinite sky, a well-stocked supply of wood and beautiful legs naturally taking in the scene?
What the heck. Why not tell you about it?
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