Oneirology

I

The phallus simply falls off the confident man
Never, ever good as new
Picking it up with his rotting hand
Presses to attach with secreted glue

Punches problems with a tightly closed fist
Air, apparent to no one, morphs into water
The problems laugh at his impotence
He melts into the ground at his alma mater

Spits detached teeth into his palm
Mouth full of pebbles, fleshy, bitten
Vision to red and living while embalmed
The chien Andalou chases a kitten



II

In my room from my childhood
Falling asleep while asleep
A dream before slowly waking up
Confusion in the room, I drink from the water filled cup
A drop from the cup falls on my toe
Night to day instantaneously, dog drool on my toe

A maze through dreams
Not known if completed
Until seconds after you're free
A nightmare so complicated

I dreamed I dreamed
I lie down in a psychological quagmire
I dreamed I dreamed
A character in an unfinished, abandoned novel



III

Sleep;
Wax paper glasses, crystal moon
Fantasies emerge, begin corroding
Life imploding
Morning will be here, always soon
In this realm of overwhelming power
I am free of counting the hour
Taken; Life's unintelligible at warm noon

Sleep;
I milk it in a fit of apathy, busy traffic is what I hear
Soon again dreaming, I visit the land of my learning
On which sits the object of my ironic yearning
Now immune to the simpletons who once filled me with fear
Trips like these lead to nowhere fast, alas
Once awake, the memories of these trips soon become an erased past
Because the mind quickly dims the memories, until they disappear



IV

I feel, yet feeling is only sensed
Submerged in a unique pain
The angry jellyfish swims in the brain waves
I can feel it, yet here, does not feel the same

I know that I'm in pain
Yet the sting doesn't hurt
My dreaming mind is a proxy for nociceptors
The dreaming mind's senses are alert

The fertile state of dreaming
Conceiving tricks, pranks, and tests
My soul will soon be screaming
While my weary, blind body rests



V

Purest form of freedom
Invincible
Newton's laws do not apply
Where the self-conscious reverse the role
It's impossible to die

Sex without consequence
Actions are limitless
The world in my mind leaves me never fatigued and very breathless
Bitter-sweetness when it starts making sense



VI

Several shots to my head
Yet I'm still not dead
Even though my vision is covered with a crimson red
I laugh at what my enemies once said

I may have penetrable armor
But I am immune to physical fury
I'm a decapitated chicken that grows a new head in a fraction of a second
Crazed, dazed, fazed, but never incapable of seeing the light of the days

Paranoia, the Achilles heal
Distorted speech
Is the pain I feel
As it kills me in my created world
Capable of being deceived by myself
Otherwise my mind is invincible



VII

I levitate to look down on my self-deemed inferiors
And I conquer
I know the future, unlike soothsayers
I could be anywhere

The higher I ascend
The quicker I fall
The more shortcomings I try to mend
The slower I run down the school hall

But I can die only by my own hand
Timid and impatient
Running while I stand
Last night seems so ancient



VIII

Sleep;
Where dormant memories are conceived
Through a nightlong or shorter pregnancy, most are stillborn
But a ghostly presence remains

A haunting, a haunting feeling
But only in the presence of a twin
Brothers born from a situation
Déjà vu



IX

Guided by the will of a conjured, beautiful woman
So powerful yet so delicate

A succubus?

She's commanding, and any argument is a lock for her to win
She looks down and spits

We kiss as her whole night sky body shines
It is unreal
It is not real
Desires for which my mind mines
Then, sunlight drowns out the woman
And has broken the seal

By existing alone, I overpowered the woman against my will
Half a day later, I think of her still
Perhaps tonight she will be reincarnated as someone I knew
Even with my eyelids closed, I will see
But the memory of it, will most likely be temporary



X

I am a self-assured, confident man
Though only in my dreams
I dream of my dreams



XI

Evading false reality is easy when true reality is joy
When joy floods life we swim playfully in its waters

Cramping and fatigue in the mind induces the same on the buoyant body
Drowning in the flash floods
I lay myself flat and close my eyes
I'm saved by my dreams as my body cries

A dreadful noise comes about
Startled, slowly focusing, eyes burning
Life enters my ears like a point blank shout
The Sun has evaporated the flood waters



XII

Living in a dream
To be alive in anything but life
Reality created by the dark side of the mind
And dreams created by the light
Hoping the mind will soon be 100% illuminated

I drown in thoughts that parallel surrealism
I adore the famous who beg for my generous love
I purge my regrets and vengefully take back my pride and dignity

When the dream is over, the dream is over
So lustful for a hint of fatigue
Yet so joyful to put off sleep at night, into miraculous dawn
Witness the birth of a day
And the execution of night
Reincarnated; verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge
Born into structure
Living in chaos
Die out into structure

To live in a dream
To die in reality

The morning has not seen my sorrow as I awake
I cannot conquer the regrets which still linger in my consciousness
Taunting, haunting me
However, I have things, and more importantly people, to live for in reality
These people and the time I spend with them, I love, forever

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Dreams cannot grab and hold onto emotions, which escape quickly into a void
Dreams cannot build the foundation for nostalgia
Dreams only create phantom memories