And to Sleep
and what we
sense if not
of our selves
or within this
space we contain
may be of
no thing touched
by one’s fluttering
eye as if
awake we see
even less the
dreams of course
real though we
hold them only
in our sleep
Another poem from the 80s. “And to Sleep” first appeared here in February 2015.
O at the Edges 
In the last 40 years or so I usually wish I could go back into any dream I recall even the tiniest bit of … no nightmares (or at least, not so bad my curiosity is stymied). I like your suggestion here that dreams are real – I agree. They come forth unfiltered by convention, protocols. Not at all sure things seen/heard/felt during waking hours are “real” given human waking tendency to exaggerate. Sometimes waking experiences show up later in dreams … and make more sense.
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I keep worrying that the life I’m living is just a dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake.
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Your life seems quite real! Many signs … poems written/shared … Indiana surrounding when you walk outside your abode … a loving companion who persists between sleeps … [I’ve no idea what the longest dream cycle recorded might be, but you’re waaaay past that – lucky man!]
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This reminds me of books by Ellen Hopkin
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I’ve never read Ellen Hopkins. What reminds you of her work?
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The structure of the poem reminds me of her work. She does a lot of shorter poems with short lines to tell a story
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Thanks for letting me know!
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