Thursday, February 27, 2020

Pellucid Dreaming

The night I missed the lottery,
I dreamed I won the lottery.
At first, when I woke up I dreamed
Of an autobiography

Starting more euphoniously—
“The night I won the lottery,
I dreamed I won the lottery”—
But soon I was awake enough

To remember I wasn’t in
The lottery, and no amount
Of dreaming compels victory
For non-combatant bystanders,

Unless one imagines symbols
Can be read out of dreams, meaning
Something won metaphorically.
Screw that. I’d rather be wealthy.

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