I thought that I may try something different on this blog for a week. From Sunday to Saturday, I will put Seven poems up, based on my dreams. The first one is based on a series of dreams I have had over the years, and I linked it into this adventure story come journey of my mind. It’s called Surreal Wasteland
Surreal Wasteland
I’m an explorer
In my own little world
I’ve sailed away
Surrounded by the warmth of my vessel
I’m sailing the sea
The sea of the mind
Was I safe?
Was I alive?
Escaping the murky depths of the white smoke
I see an image in the distant echoes of my head
An image of my surreal wasteland
A giant cookie enters my field of vision
‘A cookie’ I whisper
Unsure of what I saw
Giant and tasty
I take a bite
A man appears
He shouts
Not a word or a language
Just a sound
Loud and deep
The land fades away to a white void
My vessel has gone
And I am alone and cold
I then find the white void is the school playground
I wander through the empty land
Barefoot, my feet hurt
I walked into the school
The food; unusually unhealthy
The uniform was bizarre
Not like the clothing on my body
Everyone was crying
Then I am falling
Hitting the edge of a never ending cliff
Repeatedly. BANG BANG
Then I hit the ground, and I am swept away
A golden portal, sweeps me to and fro
I see my father, a woman, and the talking dog
Suddenly, I am in the living room
The computer shouts. I cry.
Then upstairs.
The house is dark
Besides the bathroom
I then jump into the dark abyss
Light shines on my face.
I see my nan
‘No one exists, Ben’ she says
I am confused
‘But what about Mum’
‘No’
‘But what about Dad’
‘Nope’
I run away to the further reaches of the bright outside world
Suddenly awake in my room
They appear.
I am grabbed by them
And I am taken to the landing of the house
‘Mum?’
I question
No answer
Back downstairs
I see her again
There are babies all over the house
I do not understand
My surreal wasteland
I am in one more place
A swimming bath
I jump into the water
And I am home again
