DREAMS IN THE NOGGIN
It was called The Saga Of Noggin The Nog
Nothing to do with a frog
…
All stretched out on the deck chair
A passing remark made to a passer-by
His headgear on his noggin
A reminder of said Noggin of old
…
Now the eyes of me on the chair
Fell heavily closed
Echoing my folded arms in rhyme
I drifted-off into space
The inner space of cranium control
And as usual all images mix to give
An extended view of the world we live in
But too cool to ignore
Some great imaginations running wild
Books should be written
If only the dream can be prolonged
Or even remembered
That would be an achievement
…
But topsy turvy – upside down
Cognitive conferences in the sky of the head
Some dreams reminiscent
Some dreams once in a while
But repeating themselves without invitation
Some dreams worth recalling – some dismissing
Dreams of mixed up fantasy-land
Almost nursery rhymes
With disparate fragments making a whole
Another script or dream-novel or poem
To extol the alternative world of sleep
…
Once in a while a divine dream
Sent from above like Joseph received
Or Joseph II – to flee to Egypt
A different trance as Peter did advance
To visit the gentiles and share his message
…
Dreams it was written are made of sweet ‘this’
Not this or that
For your dreams will not be mine
‘Cause you tell me you have dreams
Of a different kind
Dreams have been vivid for me lately too. I’ve always had an active mind when I dream. I can solve problems through them, get answers, work through a situation that isn’t going well – lots of things are found in those dreams too. My post today deals with dreams. We must be on the same wave length.
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Yes – I have had the odd spiritual one from The Lord. But I seem to get ‘ordinary’ ones early morning. I forget them the next day. 😎
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Mine tend to linger😀
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