Monday Morning Musings:
“We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives inside the dream.”
. . .Who is the dreamer?”
—Twin Peaks, Season 3, Episode 14, From Gordon Cole’s dream
In my dream, I was me, but different
and you were someone else, but you,
together, we were other beings, ourselves, but not–
or were we?
If we lived in that dream world
would we long for a more stable world
where we were people,
bound by time,
not creatures of space,
carried on the slipstream of light waves
We drink wine
talk about the past
think about the future,
the musicians sing
Rocket Man and Major Tom floating in his tin can
his dreams, our dreams
blowing spindrift from space
landing, covering our minds
We celebrate a friend’s retirement
(from teaching, not the world)
his mother says to me she’s happy he’s retiring now
he can still enjoy it
they can travel
live a dream.
we talk with friends we haven’t seen in a while
past, present, and future–
tenses merging together–
remember when I saw you last,
here, but then
(this was the future)
marriages, births, and death–
dreams born and died
or perhaps still floating
drifting from the stars
in tin cans
on waves
We go to a movie
two strangers meet–
a woman who feels she must care for her mother
a man who feels stuck waiting for his father to recover or die
they discuss architecture
and the film lingers on the jewels of Columbus, Indiana
framing the characters in doorways and through windows
it is a movie in which marginalia assumes importance,
just as those asides are often important in lives,
the chance encounters,
the remarks remembered,
the dreams dreamed,
and set aside
we discuss the movie over coffee,
walk through the streets
and down to the river,
where people walk, living dreams,
where people once arrived,
full of hope
or full of fear,
tired masses,
spices and slaves,
a new land.
We watch movies,
and when we become involved,
we are the dreamers
experiencing their world
true of books, too,
once I dreamt
(a vivid dream)
I was the character in the book I was reading
I rode a horse
in northern England, centuries ago,
I spoke like I lived there,
it was so real
I was sure I had been there,
perhaps I was.
I had a dream I was me, but different
and you were someone else, but you,
a woman and a man
walk over a bridge
it happens over and over again
different timelines
variations on the theme of life
until they meet,
destiny,
they share a bottle of wine
the bottle and label are green
like her eyes
(like my eyes)
other beings, ourselves, but not–
or were they?
perhaps, we are inside the dream
we are the dreamers
we are the dream
© Merril D. Smith, 2017
We saw the movie, Columbus. Trailer here. The more I think about it, the more I like it. Definitely not an action movie. It’s a quiet poem of a movie.
As so often, your ending lines take us back to your openings. Your pieces bear witness to an excellent marital relationship. ‘a movie in which marginalia assumes importance,’ is a clever alliterative line.
Thank you very much, Derrick.
The movie actually discussed literal marginalia–how could I not like it? 😉
Your musings have a dreamy quality today, much like the effect of the slanted rays of the sun on your face and the movie your saw. I too was struck by the same line Derrick noted.
A quiet post in a noisy world, thank you, Merril!
Thank you very much, Marian.
The movie had that quiet dreamy feeling, too.
Happy Eclipse Day! 😉
It’s raining ☔️ hard here right now – we’ll see, or not!
Especially soothing this morning. I often confuse dream, thought and reality. Perhaps there is no difference after all. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. Perhaps not. 😉
Merril, now I am thinking how the boundaries between one person and another don’t exist in dreams, so maybe Emerson was right all along!
Thanks, Luanne. I’m glad I made you think. 🙂 Everything is fluid in dreams.
Yup, every boundary.
Yup.
This is it – exactly. The dream is me, yet it’s not. It’s him, but not really. The dream is in my house, but not my actual house, but in my dream house, which is like my house, but different. On and on. Which one is the dream? Hmmmmmm. Love your dreamy poem.
Thanks so much, Pam! When I heard the lines about dreams on Twin Peaks last week, I had to use it. Dreams fascinate me. 🙂
Me too!!
Dreamy – lovely – thank you!
Thank you, Susan!
I love the dreaming dreaminess of this post. Slow, summer weekend dreams. 🙂
Awww–thank you, Robin!
“tenses merging together”
Yes.
Thank you! 🙂
Dreams hold so much portent and they do seem “real” upon awakening, “but different” too. Perhaps there will always be overlapping time and space between people who may be reincarnated or may be joined in another existence not on earth but again, in our dreams.
The new friend and the old friend, both in one post, made another connection of dreams to be still ahead.
Thank you very much, Robin. I’m glad you got so much out of this.
I am fascinated by dreams and time–and connections. You may possibly have noticed this. 😉
Our family liked talking about dreams. It may be just something else we have in common. . . 😊
🙂
My comment from last week may be in your spam folder 😦 Derrick said it best, and I see the fun and love in your date nights with your husband. How lovely you are; especially in your first photo! xo
Aww–thank you so much, Rose. (Blush) 🙂 I will check my spam folder.