A Poem from a Dream

A dream I had which devised a poem, so I thought I'd write it down.

Smoking weed

Smoking weed

Don't smoke weed

Thank You

Author's Note

I had a dream one morning where I was sitting in the front row of my class when two Mexican guys behind me were talking about their degenerate adventures of partying and smoking weed. I got annoyed by the whole conversation, but then I realized we had to write a poem and share it out loud  in front of the class (dream logic). That's when I came up with this, in which case I then day-dreamt myself reading it aloud to the class.

Something about it just annoys me when I read it. I don't know what it is, but it has a way of getting under your skin no matter who you are. I have this philosophy that if your subconsciousness comes up with anything artistic, manifest it in the real world if possible because that is where the true recess of your genius lies. The subconsciousness is able to process pure order and pure chaos at the same time because whenever you have a dream that doesn't make real-world logic, your subconsciousness can make sense of it for in where you don't even question it, thus demonstrating its superiority to the conscious mind. (Any psychologists willing to interpret are welcome).