a cabin at the edge of the marsh.

sloping hills covered in withering trees, bark turning black.

picnic baskets filled with food that no one will eat.

sharks in the water.

an adirondack chair at the edge of a dull shore.

watching the waves as they crash, forming a wall.

someone i know and love, but she keeps changing until i don't recognize her anymore.

Oh, my dear

Forgive yourself

Your trespasses

His poison is sweet

I once ate the fruit

Of a fire fairy’s tree

As burgundy dripped

Down my chin

Awoken 13 years later

To find all time

Had passed outside

Of my existence

No longer did I know myself

Lost in his world

His thoughts my own

Resembling nothing from before

Akin to any slumber

Abruptly interrupted

The fog did lift

And the dream did fade

A river of dawn

Flooded my senses

Golden hues long forgotten

And returned a hunger, forsaken

I don’t generally record my dreams because they’re usually boring. Like the dream when I drove down a motorway one day and saw a national speed limit road sign but, the very next day, that road sign was not there.

Still with me? I told it was boring.

But every once in a while I have a night-time encounter which leaves such an impression, I awake excited and spend much of the day musing on the mad ramblings of my mind.

Once such time was last month and I scribbled down the following. Apologies for the ever-changing tense.

Disclaimers

If you’re a fan of zombie films or TV programmes, this post may contain spoilers.

If you’re not a zombie fan, this post may contain nothing of interest.

Damn weird dream I had last night, 27/03/21:

I was watching Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, though it was the 1978 version. [To be clear, the original Night of the Living Dead was made in the sixties and, in 1978, Dawn of the Dead was released.]

I remember noticing a lot of parts that I had not seen before, some were just differences to the way zombies attacked, some were completely new scenes. One was Steven standing outside on the sloping entrance to an underground parking garage. There were many shots of families in cars, rushing injured loved ones to the hospital, unaware of the danger there were all in. (I think this is why I thought it was Night… even though it was in colour; the public did not yet know the truth about zombie bites.) All of these resulted in the zombie awakening and biting the closest family member – it was disturbing how many of these were children or babies.

But the zombies were different to any other Romero movie; their teeth were smaller and shaper and their mouths wider, resembling the gaping maw of a Muppet. (These facts made me believe that these zombies were actually humans transformed into aliens.)

At the end of the movie, we focus in on a beach. The sand is rippling with movement. Zooming in, we see it is covered with small squirming maggot-like creatures. They advance on the corpse of a young women and begin to engulf her. She reanimates – initially I thought she was a sleeping zombie who had been awoken by the creatures – but is eventually pulled apart by the things. [I saw the flesh of her finger being pulled away – a dream image which had obviously been informed by Gabriel and Aaron ripping the ‘sleeves’ from a walker in season 10C’s (episode ‘19’) One More.]

Upon reflection, I considered the maggot-things may have both caused the corpse to reanimate and been the author of her ultimate destruction. (This is probably an analogy of humans giving life to this planet and also making it a useless wasteland.)

As the credits rolled, we’re treated to an exclusive interview with George A. Romero. (He was sitting behind me in the hotel bedroom in which I was watching the film. I did say it was a weird dream.) By his age I knew this was the 1970s. He talked about how he had toyed with the idea of making a movie with zombies which were different to his usual fare. Because he was unsure of the reception this deviant zombie strain would receive, he decided to shoot two movies at the same time; so, while making what we would know as Dawn of the Dead, he also shot the above sequences. He told us he had made an entirely new movie, the one I was watching, but that it had never been released.

I then noticed, in the credits, there were two release versions of Dawn… I thought about asking him if this indicated the Muppet-mouthed version had actually been released, but remembered two versions of Dawn… had been released; the original 1978 version and the extended version in the nineties.

Damn weird dream.

A fantasy does fade away

Into the world of neverland

A dream's a hope of something  true

An endeavor that one seeks to attain to

Yet it's never really manifested among the normal ones-like you and I

We dream the dreams of fantasy

And see the clouds of destiny

Then as we reach, grab to touch

It vanishes even from memory

A dream to me is bleakness

A mirage that pushes me into the mire

The depths of which  I can't  climb from

Because the simple reality is the hopelessness to dream

It's  like a facade of intrigue and bounty

A path belighted with charms and fancy

Then as I  step onto the path

I try to determine which way to go

Then I realize that whichever way I choose

Is only an illusion

To fantasize is a non reality

A mythological life

But what I want is none of these

What I want, what I dream

The things for which I’ve hoped

-a knight in shining armor

-a real life Prince Charming

-the love of my life:

Real

True

You

A dream come true

HEDERAREADS.COM | A poem recounting a dream I had at the end of last week

--

1 Alligators on the floor

2 Several tens at least

3 Body-pillow length and laying

4 Heads and tails criss-crossed

5 Looking down perched

6 Up on some piece of furniture

7 Breath-bated for fear of stepping down

8 Into snapping jaws

9 Tip-toe sized carpet islands

10 Blanket of beige Texture & Plush

11 Circa 1997 obscured

12 Like Zao's ponds, except

13 No ropes or nets

14 Li'l dinosaurs litter my* habitat

15 why are they here

~ ?

16 what are they for

17 Norris hops and sprints

18 That white hare-calico

19 Embodies swift caution and decisiveness

20 Her sure chirp beyond the doorway

21 Assures safe passage, says

22 see ya later and we'll talk ~

-----

@bykaileyann

#dreams #poetry #surrealism

Author's Notation --

"Zao" : Location; Valparaiso, Indiana, USA - ( link: https://www.indianadunes.com/things-to-do/attractions-recreation/zao-island-amusement-center/ ).

"Norris" : My cat; proper name, Misses Norris or Norri - ( photo link: https://www.instagram.com/p/CNlbRUXFCct/ ).

A couple of days I had an odd dream, I will do my best to relay what I remember. I was in my old high school, a massive building that looked like the DMV mashed with a two story business that sales some random objects that hold a significant enough purpose. The hallways had bright white reflective tiles that took away from the dim environment created by the light brown bricks that where coated in a glossy clear paint. The school had an overall grey color to it as I walked within the gleaming halls, it was the end of the day and I was walking out of the school. The bus drive was as per usual a massive yellow line up of carbon dioxide spewing iron behemoths, with low ceilings covering about twenty buses, and a gap lighting up the lifeless courtyard like walkway. For some reason I could find my way out so I began taking various routes, some through the massive cafeteria that could hold hundreds in a rectangular confined space, another through the halls I would walk to get to the north gym, and one final route that I did not recognize, it looked like the back of a butchery or a bakery, at least a worn down one, the door leading to the back was wide open and I took to it while I looked left and right at the staff, who were all women oddly enough.

The moment I made it out I recall dreaming of a German Shephard barking at me in a vest, this is where it all gets a bit hazy. I did not have any ride home so I walked along the sidewalk for a bit. After a few minutes of walking past old businesses I crossed the road onto a divide in between both lanes, the place where they usually plant small trees that are usually leafless, and where they throw a bit of mulch here and there. Oddly enough there was a Metro stop right in the center with no one sitting on the bench, I had no idea why my mind had placed a bus stop in the center of two roads.

Following that oddity I went over to a street that had a burnt down apartment building next to it , I was able to see it through the wrought iron gate as I slowly approached three separate streets. One was filled with a homeless men and women, the second was filled with frightening people with masks and whips they looked like a group of protestors gone bad, and the last was something I cannot recall. From here I walked down the path filled with homeless individuals and then came to a stop as and turned as I realized that one of those protestors gone bad began following me. After a while the person came running for me and started whipping me nonstop ,others jumped in and then the dream came to an end.