Droems: Dream Poems
TALE: a message that tells the particulars of an act or occurrence or course of events.
DREAMS: a series of mental images and emotional occurrence while asleep.
POEMS: a composition written in metrical feet forming rhythmical lines.
DRALE™: this is a dream transformed into a tale
DROEM™: this is a dream transformed into a poem
We have emotional mental images coming together in composition using metrical measurements and rhyme. They are poems with a fairy tale twist or a matrix accent. They are the essence of dreams.
Droems can be presented as 'snips' of a tale or recordings of journeys in poetic free-style. They can be abstract gluings of chopped-up events often captured upon awakening with an added jolly or grim side of rhyme.
This process makes me think it's a chrysalis of real dreams. It's the transformation of the caterpillar into a butterfly, the metaphorisizing for carrying out purpose for its existence.
Droems and Drales can be composed of a variety of subjects from gruesome such as Edgar Allen Poe to “Mary Had a Little Lamb or Margaret. But in dreams her fleece is never white as snow or is it white at all? It can be polka-dotted instead or a dress hanging with diamonds from an old lampshade. They have their own specific genre and you never know what you're going to get. Often dreams are so jumbled, having a sense you may never find, but must be if composing a Drale.
Keeping a dream journal bedside is an intelligent way to capture the essences that disinegrate upon a sunlight room, or traveling up the spiral from Delta Theta to Alpha Beta. And it's effective for capturing the tiniest details often over-ridden by main events.
It's during the Alpha state where we fall into a special stage. It's the in-between 'awake' and 'drifting off' to sleep. Often, this is our dreamland welcome, where dreams prefer to occur.
GRACELESS FESTIVAL DROEM
Innocent festival or not?
Why buried in a secret strange plot?
Seen was a ritual area with Druid types
And taintly laced rot
Negativity rumbled in mixing up louder
Next a hooded leader poured up a dusting powder
A metal disk swung as he churned and churned
The fat wooden spoon was worn and burned
Evil leaked the moon surely
Saw those eyes...
Grandma was converted
With a zombified guise!
I wrapped up the wind to scurry me afar
Down hallways and by-ways till my legs turned raw
It was a graceless festival that I saw
Where souls were lost forever forever withdrawn
BLACK MIDINETTE DROEM
The pipe I moved let the rain flowth in
The fountain was as dry as a weathered-boned wren
For to take to swim in this charming location
Solders thee to acts of creation
Suddenly, the summer's rain filled it with water
I contracted fears of pouring forth more of daughter
Cats may drown in this deep-watered well
Still my hand was bit underneath the bitter wet swells
The pain that arose was too unsplendid to speak
Still attached and deranged to a feline hawk's beak
She welded onto me as my whole arm beset
I cried as I pryed the jaws off of that black midinette
HOW AND WHY WE DREAM
- The Mind at Night: The New Science of How and Why We Dream
In this groundbreaking book, award-winning journalist Andrea Rock traces the brief but fascinating history of this emerging field. She then takes us into modern sleep labs across the country, asking the questions that intrigue us all
- Dream Language: The Prophetic Power of Dreams, Revelations, and the Spirit of Wisdom: James W. Goll,
"...And It Is Not Because I am Wiser Than Any Living Person That I Know the Secret of Your Dream, But Because God Wanted You to Understand What You Were Thinking About" (Daniel 2:30 NLT). After centuries of neglect, the Church is rediscovering the re
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