DREAMLAND
My mind
enfranchised in sleep
liberated from rationality
and conscious executive decision
my unconscious
set free to roam my history.
The blurred narrative
picks and chooses
what it wants to portray
to examine
to reconnoitre.
Personae and locale
juxtaposed
regardless of sequence
of time and of place
A current friend
a past acquaintance
someone who is no one
brought together
and the scene is set.
I wander amongst its passage ways
through its disjointed scenery
meeting both friends and strangers
so unclarified
and yet telling a minimal story
its sequence uncontrolled
unfettered by personal decision
moving on at leisured pace
subject it seems to no control
seemingly governed solely
by its own momentum
no decisions involved in the flow of events
linked by no conscious reason
aware of scenery
of being somewhere half-known
but insensate
unaware of how I feel towards it.
Then,
an arbitrary end
to these inconclusive series of events;
sometimes just a fading;
but at other times
an abrupt cessation
of the out-of-focus story’s flow
an abrupt end
often in mid event.
And I am left with traces
vague recollections of where
indistinct awareness of who
no understanding of why
no connection to past
no sense of a future
Just dreamland
half-remembered
soon forgotten altogether
lost in another time
another life
a parallel reality
or even outside reality
but it must be my reality.
My mind
enfranchised in sleep
liberated from rationality
and conscious executive decision
My unconscious
set free to roam my history.
How that happens to be
to me that remains a mystery.
Roland's Ragbag 