We’re all weird,
and it’s a weird world,
held together
by shoestrings and bubblegum.
What did I dream last night
when I was awake?
I know that I was there
and those things happened,
but try explaining that
to my psychiatrist.
The farmer burns his fields
and the wind blows my way.
I want to get high on helium
and bloody his face.
What did I dream last night
when I was awake?
A dog in a mask
chasing a cat with leukaemia…
Wait!
That actually did happen.
There was another April 6th 2026
but it wasn’t a Groundhog Day.
No parallel universe,
just another April 6th 2026.
What did I dream last night
when I was awake?
I wanted to sleep badly,
but I was facing resistance
from the soggy pillow
and my crooked neck.
69 kph through a red light,
getting frisky on a motorbike.
I told her don’t grow up too quickly,
but she was busy taking selfies.
What did I dream last night
when I was awake?
There’s a fine line between
what is real and what is acceptable.
All this happened,
more or less.
Shared with GloPoWriMo 2026 – Day 6:
try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream.
Also written for Punam’s dVerse prompt from a couple of months ago, utilising the first line of a book as the last line of a poem: “All this happened, more or less.” Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
All of this happened and all of it was dreamt.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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