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REM Sleep (Other) by mystic enoch

When I close my eyes I begin to have dreams. They glorify, mystify, sometimes even terrify me. But they have a deeper meaning. Coming from the depths of my soul their only goal is to make me better. Though I don't understand their ultimate plan. Each morning I arise with a great repose refreshed with each lesson learned. enoch2

ecargo 22-Mar-06/9:56 AM
>>I have no conscious creativity anymore<<

Please. Your off-the-cuff comments are more creative and thoughtful than many poems posted here that draw popular-vote nines and tens on a monotonously regular basis.
To wit (with some liberties):

The unconscious mind? Repressed fantasies, unacceptable
desires and traumas, a receptacle for messes,
the unresolved psychological kind that rules lives.
A refuge for the Divine, with a cosmic order
and creativity of its own, dreams are not
pointless; they tell all you wish weren't true
about yourself, your nature, existence---
those recent strange dreams
you remember.

Write it down, break lines, don't worry so much about it. Here's hoping you find your way back.




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