Dream On

Ah, she said, dream on...

Dream On

A priest applied a tourniquet

Around the hero’s neck

Whilst a cockroach sang a lullaby

To an orchestra of dreams

 

A girl I never saw before

Kissed me on the hand

Then on the other hand

She might not have kissed me at all

 

The stage began to crumble

As the lights were marching past

And a corridor of whispers

Cursed me from behind

 

The clock danced with the water jug

And my watch was telling lies

My head was filled with saccharine

And a million goodbyes

 

Author's Note

Just when you think Flashbacks are a thing of the past, they begin to hit you thick and fast....N

Reviews

[Papaya]

this feels to me like a hallucination once experiences while on death's doorstep.
I've been on that door step and look back on it as a bad dream and try to sort what was real against what was not. Hard to dissect. for me anyway...
This scene though makes me think of a soldier and nurse. Just my thoughts, I think it's a great piece of writing

[Neville]

you are absolutely spot on Ana.. this was a hallucinatory experience of mine many years ago brought on in a local bar when someone spiked my beer.... thank you so much for checking in and checking these words over for me..... Neville

[Papaya]

Geez, why the hell would someone do that.
I have always worried about that and I can remember refusing drinks and would always go get my own.

[Neville]

no idea.. I certainly did not think it was funny.. very sensible of you too my friend.... Neville

[Papaya]

i'm as sensible as they come :)
maybe not exciting but keeps things safe

[Neville]

safe is good in my book :)

[NotUsinganymore]

Seems like an imaginative dream c: Wish I had those more.

[Neville]

thank you JungLee.... the inspiration for these words was not a pleasant experience tho..... Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

Dreams are funny things -- they make sense at the time -- flashbacks to things past intermingled in a dream-like sequence -- well done.

[Neville]

thank you Lyn.... Neville

[R.E. Ray]

I imagine I might experience such “dreams” on a bad drug trip. It’s a bit like a Picasso painting, beautiful in color and horrifying in the chaos. The first stanza stuck with me the most. The “cockroach,” the creature we loathe that most believe is the most resilient. Art in words, sir.

[Neville]

You are far too kind R.E Ray.. but I thank you for it and true... Neville

[New Dawn]

This reads like a Lewis Carroll verse - I imagine on a background of turquoise and orange!

[Neville]

Ha ha, nothing wrong with your perception New Dawn, purple violet squishes and All Good Things to your good self, Neville

[PP]

I did feel the intensity, you have staged this one incredibly well :)