It's been two days since I had a dream
Still I can't shake it from memory's stream
It wasn't about any out of the world activity
Yet morning buzzed with its connectivity.
In my bedroom with sleepy eyesight
I stepped into glory of morning sun light
First awareness was of a loud conversation
Floating in kitchen like small altercation.
What took place between father and son
Soon alerted me to its familiar content
Wait a minute! I thought to myself puzzled
Didn't I just dreamed a similar conversation.
Only it was between mother and a son
All morning I was in amazement
Thinking of that lucid dream
And it's clear premonition.
A muffled play of what was to come
In nature's finest instrument at works
I am no expert on matters of subconscious
Strange is its nonconformity to time's dimensions.
How it comes into shady existence
And why it disappears for reality to begin
I have no answer to all these questions
But to experience the phenomena once in a while.
It's mystique so charming and sublime
Even a confused mingling of two planes
Just leaves me in wonder and dazed
At the mysteries of mind's power untamed.
12.30 2014
