Neanderthal.
You know how you get scrambled eggs, right ?
Well I had scrambled dreams.
I forgot my meds. That was the trouble.
All my dreams were Neanderthal.
Batty, belly up, R Rated.
My Id running amuck.
Skeletons spilling out of the closet.
Onto the sidewalk.
Under the lamp-post
where passersby could gawk.
It was one of those nights.
John Malone 
never to be forgotten –
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thank you, Beth; bad dreams are like that: messy and scary —
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The fact that we dream is incredible. It’s a whole other dimension.
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you’re right, Neil: it’s like being in your own IMAX theatre 🙂
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Coincidentally, I was chased by a bear in my dream last night.
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wow! you had a bad night too, Bob; hope you got away, unscathed 🙂
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I did. But was defiantly an adventure.
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I like that ‘defiantly’ 🙂 that’s a good way to approach the messiness of life — or nightmares —
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Thanks!
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I hope this scrambled sleep is toast now, John.
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it certainly is, K; my new poems dispels the previous one completely 🙂
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Ugh dreams run amuck are so frustrating sometimes..I lay away at night and come up the alternative endings 🤪
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I like that idea; thanks LaShelle 🙂
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Passers By can Gawk? I would hope they are having their own dreams.
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I would hope so too 🙂
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Dreams are fascinating if I ever remember them, and yours sound like quite the adveenture.
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it’s the ugly, messy ones you remember, not the details so much as the detritus —
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Sounds like an unpleasant night. 😦
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thank you, Worms: it’s a messy poem capturing a messy night; quite a contrast to ‘Whoop’ which was written the day before —
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You never know when your sub conscious is going to throw unspeakable awfulness at you. My solution is to cuddle something. It really helps me. I have a pillow for the purpose.
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thanks, Worms; I can do that 🙂 love the ‘unspeakable awfulness’–
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I’m glad that I can’t remember mine. Dreams can be a pain. Wish you well, John. 🙂
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it was a one-off, Terveen; I’m out of it now 🙂
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