Eyes are low.
Time is slipping away.
Guide me up to bed, if you may.
I’ve worked very hard all day.
It’s essential that I unwind.
Gradually, I drift off to sleep—
Into a deep mode of relaxation.
Bursting into a dream of exploration.
Floating amidst the supernatural land.
Passing a friend and extending a hand.
Come join me on this ride to the stars.
We don’t need a rocket or a car.
Let’s teleport using our mind,
And depart to the moon.
Hurry, it’ll be daylight soon.
Think of where you want to be, then
Blink!
We’re here.
When you’re ready to leave,
Blink again and change the theme.
That’s how to lucid dream.
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Real Poetic
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I write poetry & short stories.
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I've never tried lucid dreaming before but it seems so cool! I wanna go and see what's inside a blackhole, lol!
“Let’s teleport using our mind!” Love it. I wish. 😄 I’ve tried lucid dreaming briefly but didn’t really get anywhere. There are some you tube videos to help, but I’d much prefer having a good nights sleep instead.
It is always a pleasure to read your creative poems. The power of the mind is incredible, and harnessing your dreams opens amazing potential.