Dreaming

I know, I know, two posts in one day, what is that all about? Technically it's a new day now, though, so I think it's alright. Well, I've been babysitting this evening, which gives me a good chance to consolidate a lot of the things I needed to get done without distractions (apart from small children waking up crying, but that's fine and par for the course...), but in doing so I've managed to stumble across a load of poems that I wrote when I was at university.

This one that I found is about that strangely entertaining thing where you dream that you're in a relationship with someone who you're really *not* in a relationship with, then you have to work out those odd pseudo-feelings the next day. I dream a lot, and this happened to me recently, so it entertained me when I found it and empathised entirely with the me of two years ago...

The Dream

The strangeness of dreaming,

The form that it takes,

When it infiltrates daytime,

But causes mistakes

In the way that I see you

‘cos those things aren’t real

But it starts to take over

The way that I feel.

I look at you different

For the things that you said

In the world that’s not quite there,

But inside my head;

Because we were different

And things weren’t the same -

Like the way that you smiled

When you whispered my name;

And the way that your hand

Fit so perfect in mine

As we walked through the gardens

Of the depths of my mind.

But real life takes over

And you don’t know the change

That splits me in daytime,

Disregarding the range

Of emotions I should feel,

Versus ones that I do…

These emotions seem real,

But should they be about you?

With that, sweet dreams,

Em x