Uncanny Valley
Dreams of the Dreamless
To sleep, perchance to dream, yet dreams elude
Eyes close on darkness, imagination eshewed.
No dreams dwell here, time flies without mark
Blank nothing enfolds me, until morning's lark.
Sometimes Fate laughs and a lucid dream
Appears, with nothing as it might seem.
Something wrong, something strange, not quite right,
Yet so real, I almost mistake it for morning's light.
A little out of place, something they or I would not do
Events that never happened, though I wish they were true.
Lucid dreams are no story, no fantasy sweet,
Perhaps another world, formed where universes meet.
A reality where this happened, a 'what might have been'
Taunting and tempting, if only in a dream.
Originally, I wasn't going to enter this challenge, because I don't dream.
At least, I never dream anything that I can remember. When I do, it's a kind of half-dream, a lucid dream, where I'm aware that I'm dreaming because while the events feel real, I know that some aspect isn't possible, or that things didn't happen that way.
The entire time I'll be dream-living through this, I was aware that something wasn't right, but couldn't quite put my finger on what.
Honestly, Lucid Dreams are like being Neo in the Matrix; aware that something is wrong, but not quite sure how until you wake up.
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About the Creator
Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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