Fleetwood Mac’s awesomeness notwithstanding I’m unsure as to the scientific veracity of the above lyrics.
Thank you all again so much, particularly everyone leaving comments. I adore hearing your thoughts or personal reflections on my work. Extraordinary insights!
Is there anything more slippery, more insubstantial than a dream? Besides greasing up a school of shaved weasels and turning them loose in a water park, I do not believe so. Like light being reflected through a prism, our night-time visions are equally multi-faceted. Almost as though they’re being beamed in from elsewhere before striking the crystal of your mind and refracting into whatever shape or color you subconsciously influence.
Untitled, April 19, 2018. Thanks again!
Dreams are strange and wondrous moments
A mind is raised to exponents
Numbers fall in lined showers
Morphing to their higher powers
Runic scripts and ancient armors
Flawless love, aged snake charmers
Me I’m drawn to darker themes
Rusted cart off the rails careens
Caverns black and faceless pursuit
Occurs all on decrepit mute
Upon waking it can take time
To close creativity’s crime
Don’t overthink they’re no more true
Than Pink Llamas you tried to woo.
I think the rusty carts tableau may be from Donkey Kong Adventures. Some fantastic subterranean levels jumping crevasses on old mining tracks. What a game!
I couldn’t decide if in your dream you were going to woo or sue said llamas but woo seemed more comical in end. They have such elegant necks after all. If you’re into that kind of thing.
Thank you once more for taking time from what is likely an extremely busy day to ingest some insouciance. So many readers stopping by each day honestly means more to me than I can properly express. Ironic what with supposedly being a writer but I’ve always been in a possession of a somewhat contradictory nature. Arrivederci!
-Alex Blaikie
Dread Poets Sobriety 
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