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Slumber Land; a fantasy narrative poem

Updated on October 19, 2012

Slumber Land

As I lay down on my bed at night

In the corner of my little room

My lids get heavier and heavier

And as soon as I close my eyes

I gradually fall asleep.

As my consciousness enters the sleeping state

I see spirals of light in different colors;

As well, I hear humming voices inside my head.

Then suddenly I feel my body floating up unobstructed;

Through the ceiling then up to the rooftop;

Then gradually floating higher and higher up around the neighborhood;

Looking down the vicinity of my domicile;

And when I am done I will to float high up straight to the sky;

And higher still up above to where the planets and the stars dwell.

Down below is my slumber land;

Of vast greenfield, meadows and foliage;

Far beyond are rolling hills and mountaintops and peaks;

Where rivers originate and flow down to the plain;

Then continuously race down to the oceans afar.

I continue flying, passing old houses and tall buildings;

Over some villages of huts, cottages and seeing people doing their chores;

In farms, on shops, and in any places where humans work for a living;

Over there are pigs, chickens, dogs, cats playing with little children;

Back farther and far indeed are the brutes in their habitats as contented as everything else in this vast creation;

I delight in my observations; Oh life! What is more wonderful than you?

Then my whims took me to the dome of a tall building

In a very big and modern city that I only know in watching movies;

I enter inside the auditorium where wealthy and society's icons gather in a big party;

I am here to perform, as expected;

I dance, do acrobats and then I render my finale before my exit;

The exit I do by leaping so high up through the ceiling and up to the rooftop;

I am back up in the sky;

Looking down and seeing my audience without the obstruction of the ceiling and the roof;

They are still applauding, cheering, jumping, screaming...and wondering where I am;

Such an unusual performance! Such a feeling! I am almost tempted to stay and belong;

But I know that I am in slumber land; everything here is fleeting;

Everything is wonderful;

Everything is possible;

I can fly high above and beyond cloud nine and up to the third heavens;

I can walk on water and sink down below the bluest ocean;

Everything is just a click in my mind and everything comes up in a wink;

Life is but a dream;

And a dream is just temporary;

Everything in it come and go;

If my temporal reality in the material plane is full of difficulty;

I know of one thing to do;

I switch my reality to the place where everything is possible;

My Slumber Land!


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    • Jynzly profile image

      Jenny Pugh 6 years ago from Marion, Indiana, USA

      Thank you Frank for enjoying reading my "fantasy" hub. I read your hub too, I was touched on its truthfulness.

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      Frank Atanacio 6 years ago from Shelton

      Jyn.. this was so creative.. yeah I really enjoyed reading it :)

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      Jenny Pugh 6 years ago from Marion, Indiana, USA

      Thank you Hubpage Gal,

      I love pictures for my imaginary selections. I had not awaken yet because the dream continues.

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      Hubpage Gal 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Did you wake up? Beautiful selection of the photo and it is relevant to the poem.

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      Jenny Pugh 6 years ago from Marion, Indiana, USA


      Actually my next poem is a list of those dreams that came true; I drew those dreams and they happened. Isn't life amazing? I love to write my dreams

      Thank you for visiting and the comment.

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      Rasna Aisha 6 years ago from Manila, Philippines


      I like your poem Jynzly, but you can make your dream possible, who knows :)