Here is a poem I wrote some time back in a different form. This is a new version of it. It’s about that hypnogogic state of mind, when dreams seem to merge, blend and fade in with what our eyes are actually seeing. In hypnosis, we’d be talking about positive and negative hallucinations – a phenomena of certain hypnotic states of mind. In addition, the somewhat lucid knowledge that this is just a dream, makes it enticing.

Vicarious Dangers

I awake to the alarm,
then quickly fade back to sleep,
and another (bad?) dream.
 
My cheeks are still burning.
The fever?  or flu?
 
A sensation of danger -
and a voice demanding,
"Get up!"
 
I'm trying to move -
(Is this a dream?)
the bedroom door seems
to fade
becoming further and further away.
 
Again the sense of danger -
someone coming at me from somewhere.
 
With that sense of fear,
there is
another feeling
a fading sense
of hope
	and
comfort -
	that everything
is really ok - there is no
danger
and a sense of
excitement
no too different than
enjoyment.
 
An alarm - far away.
 
The scene snaps back toward clarity.
The room is empty and quiet...
nothing or no one there.
 
I'm drawn back
to that place – wherever it was
or wherever I was...

I'm drawn back
to return to that
place

Revision on 6/3/09