The Weight of Waking Dreams

I'm certain everyone has experienced those odd dreams that seem extremely real and are oddly detailed, even after waking. The kind that makes you think "What?". They are likely my favourite type of dream.

Usually, we simply dismiss or chuckle at them, but this time I chose to take action. The dream I used was somewhat strange and had some inconsistencies, so I needed to infuse it with some creative interpretation, but I believe it turned out quite well.

It's written from two people's perspectives as a poetic conversation, back and forth between them. I hope you enjoy the format, it was something a little different for me but nonetheless, I enjoyed the process.

You have all this in your head,

Just waiting for something to pull the thread.

Dreams are the gateway of truth,

The open window of adulthood and youth.

Tired and heavy are these eyes of mine,

Trudging through the endless daily grind,

I have no patience for your riddles friend,

Speak frankly and let us put this to an end.

I’ll put it in words you can grasp,

This vision of you moving so fast,

Races through my conscience, too intense to grasp.

The ancient oak standing as a sentinel, so tall,

Making you look insignificant and small.

A clash of metal and wood looms,

A battle that will only bring you doom.

Racing toward that unmoving giant,

Steadfast, majestic and defiant,

Is this the abrupt end you desire?

To risk the everlasting fire.

This only came to me during my sleep,

How can you know of what you speak?

A brief flashing of images and scenes,

Not enough to know what it means.

Why do you jump to these wild designs?

And take the conceptual as some kind of sign,

Let go of the unknown and the strange,

You’ll live your life to its full range.

We can’t fully understand the realm of dreams,

Or ever know what it truly means.

Yet, sometimes we must take these at their face,

Fate is simply an exquisite chase.

Your mind is spinning while you sleep,

Daring you to take the leap.

Plunge head first into the feeling,

Leaving others around you reeling.

Those thoughts pounding like a monsoon,

Intrusive and ready to consume.

Resist the urge, that will pulse and surge,

Solutions will slowly emerge.

Though the silence may echo like thunder,

Ripping tranquillity asunder,

This may be difficult to hear,

You must face the demons without fear.

Friend, I know not of what you speak,

I’m not sure what it is you seek.

You cannot know what’s in someone’s mind,

It’s not just information you can find.

You can only infer from what you see,

Without knowing if that’s actually me.

Let’s end this discussion here and now,

Without dwelling further on the if, when and how.

One final thought for you to reckon,

That you listen I do plead and beckon.

Do not lament, just be content,

This is your chance to overcome and reinvent.

A discussion with no one around,

A friend that isn’t earthbound,

Is your mind's way of stating,

Think without hating,

There’s strength just waiting to be found.