Creativity in dreams is fascinating to me. This morning I had enough wits about me to jot down a couple of lines of poetry from my dream. In the dream, there was a cabin and a pioneerly-attired woman bearing a card with the word SIN on it. Someone in the house (me?) asked her who she was, and that's when I saw the card. The woman (sin personified?) was explaining how she was on her way out of the cabin, because the lady of the house had quite obviously been cleaning and had essentially ousted her. Here are a couple of lines she gave describing her previous hold on and place in the lady's house:
sin:
"[I] failed at no attempts for ill content"
sin: [about herself --]
"without whom -- such as I was -- she could not be -- such as she was"
What the Bible says:
Posted by joydriven at August 9, 2004 07:43 AM | TrackBackYou're lucky. Not too long ago I composed a whole poem in my dream. I happened to be semi-lucid during the dream and found myself extremely excited at the awesome poem I had just composed in my sleep. My sleep! I woke up with a start and went to grab paper. However, I never wrote a word of it down, because as the lines of poetry came to me, I realized just how horrible they really were. The dream skewed my perception enough to make mistaken bad poetry for good.
I'd love to see an end result to these lines!
Posted by: thepunkofpoetry at September 15, 2004 12:10 AM