My Dreamcatcher is Nearing Full

Tonight’s the last night of dreaming

For my dreamcatcher is nearing full

I pondered this thought all day

With one eye focused on the clock

What will be the final dream?

The icing on that perfect cake,

Or a merciful coup de grâce

Perhaps both and perhaps neither

I’ve heard that dreams can be created

Channeled by a planned mind

Thinking in repetition and more repetition

But the outcome isn’t guaranteed

I’d settle for a moment of understanding 

Rather than the randomness

Of journeys taken to different places

Surrounded by abstraction and fantasy

Dream interpretation is fascinating 

Analyzing people falling, dying, being chased

Naked in a clothed world, taking tests

Infidelity or giving birth while flying

The only meaning is commonality 

Seems that some dreams are more regular

But no one knows just what they mean

Something lies hidden in-between

Wishes seem to always appear

To be a star with a long career

Athlete, model, or in outer space

Loved by all, no fears, no hate

Gabled mansion, high upon a hill

Lush forests and an ocean view

Servants, maids, and all the toys

Cars, trucks, cycles, and planes

There are plenty of thoughts like these

Trapped in the dreamcatcher 

Woven in between the darker nights

Black thread reminder of sleeping terror

Seems the things that scare us the most

Are the ones we can easily explain

Abject terror seems to know our weaknesses

Sweetly tearing away any wall of falseness

Pleasures of the flesh are another certainty

Bodies of heavenly proportions meeting

All things handsome and beautiful 

And yet mere figments of a restful moment

At last the waking hours have finally expired

My sights set on a night of pure imagination

My dreamcatcher is nearing full

And I’m finally ready to see this to the end

At least I’ll know when morning comes

I’ll start to see the reality of things

No longer just dreaming about things

But finally experiencing them

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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