Dreams can be so Weird

I use to have wicked dreams.
Ones that I would remember in detail and tell others about.
I miss those.
I had one where I dreamt it a couple of times.
Not only was I aware of this in my subconscious I was aware of this consciously as well.
As I was making decisions in the dream where I actually said ‘no we have to go this way a plane is coming down on the field’.
 
Another was a witch chasing me for my ex.
She can have him now.
 
Third one that still is lingering around was a fever dream from when I had the flu in July 17.
I was being chased by shadows and had grabbed one on my curtain rods to act as a spear.
As I was twirling it over my head (in the most elegant way for someone who would have clunked herself in the head) I realized they were not hunting me but my ex.
So I stepped aside thinking ‘what the hell am I scared for? It’s not me they are after’.
 
Today’s though takes the cake. (Pun unintended but it works)
I was hired to decorate a cake for a child who had been born 3 days before.
I had to melt the cream cheese which turned into chocolate chips.
I did not know how to use the stove which seemed fancy to me. (I was peering at it trying to read the dials)
There were two dogs one of which was Nero.
The child was bundled in blankets in an old wooden sleigh and I had to pull Nero away from climbing up and jumping on the child.
The child rolls out of the blanket has a thick head of hair and jumps out of the nest of blankets. Next I know I feel biting pain in my hand and this child is chewing on it.
My hand!
I said oh you must be (name)-I said the name in my dream but cannot remember now what it was- I am here to decorate your cake.
May I please have my hand back.
And this child that was three days old was head high to shoulder a little shorter.
Then the mom comes home asks why I have not finished cake?
I didn’t make little poofs on balloons.
I squeeze the icing bag and a big blurt of cake and purple splat out onto the cake.
About this time I realize I am not wearing my glasses and can in fact not see. (Remember the problems with the stove?)
Wandering around and I discover my mom is there with some of her friends and no one could help me find my glasses.
 
It ended shortly after that and I wish I could remember how.
 
I have to laugh because there are so many crazy aspects to my dreams when I do have them.
Ghost.
Assassin Shadows.
Weird ass child.
And once a long time ago a book and a witch.
Maybe I should take all their stories mash ’em together and see what I come up with.
 
©June 22/21
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I Am…..

Lost in thought
dreams
slightly out of reach
gazing sightless
upon the things I wish……
time has come
let go of fairy tales
grow up
be responsible
voices crowing
deep inside
but 
whines the little girl
I do not want to let go
grow up
become boring
oh no!
Grow I did
put aside
childish fantasies
dolls a plenty
straighten the collar
romance
dead in the air…..
Time came
(with age comes wisdom
ha ha)
I realized
I knew
my dreams
more important than air
gasping
driven
starved
my creativity
reared
breaking free
from studded cell
admonishing me.
Awaken
my muse
or am I the conduit
for her? him? them?
I let fly
I let free
reign true
rule fair
I am a poet…..
I am a story teller…..
I am…..
whatever my imagination says I am.
©Feb. 20/20
Picture is my own