Is there?

I stand, watching the world, feeling cold, all the time,
Enjoying the feeling, I abhor excess heat,
I look down on much of your lives,
From the bottom of the social ladder, funny...
I feel powerful and destined for heroic purpose,
But I'm weak and don't seem to be going anywhere,
I feel good, though, happy, but out of service,
I'm a dreamer and a poet, not much else is there?

Three Dreams, the minds true poetry.

Just had a dream about thermonuclear war, in a country I've never been in, in a place I've never seen, with people I've never met before. I had been flying a plane, piloting it myself, towards shore when the nukes started dropping, I had to fly towards a mountain and large hill and cling to the deck, I eventually bailed out in a town. In this town was unrest and rioting. I found a family holed up in their home, scared, and asked them what was going on. They told me (can't remember what country) was dropping bombs and that they we're too scared to try and make it to the lifeboats. They explained that the nukes didn't hit the coast line as much and that the government planned for survivors to reach lifeboats and be taken out to sea while the unknown country laid siege. The man had a shotgun and I had my service pistol, so we both walked his family out of hell. There was him, his wife, and three children. We went outside through the back into the alleyways. Dispatched a few sociopaths and then made it into the treeline. My mind flashforwarded to the beach where people were climbing onto these simple lifeboats, they covered the coast. Overhead missiles were flying. Eventually we moved out to sea as the sun was setting. The life boats came close together and dropped these basket flares which were just little fires in the water. Many complained, but the bombing had stopped, all we needed to know now was where it was safe to land. Then I woke up.

I had a dream about a flood before that, where I was in this skyscraper filled with random apartments and office rooms and most on the outside of the building, the outside walls were all glass. I woke up to water filling the bottom room, I didn't move until half the room was filled, I climbed to the top floor rather than wait about floor by floor. People were there, people I knew and worked with, but had never met or known before. Outside it was equally sunny and filled with dark clouds. There was water everywhere below and all you could really see were trees and buildings sticking out of the water.

Each of these dreams were not nightmares really, they were weird to say the least.

The night before I had a dream about Hanover, only not the Hanover anyone knows completely. My mind added large sections to it, and changed things around in some different ways. The Home Economics classroom became the music room, their was a weird but cool plant with glowing red flowerbuds growing in the old commons where the vending machines used to be, the ceiling their was tall. Lechien was standing outside of his room. Outside in the middle court area there was bright beaming sunshine, and down the hall the same sunshine was beaming through the front windows by the office. I remember there was a game, I think this part of the dream was really my mind playing an old memory. It was in the old gym, the one we all did P.E. in. I don't remember much of the game it went by fast, leaving though I remember talking to Vince, Matt, then Brenda and Bethany. After that I met Abby in the new large Library addition that was built on the front parking lot. My mind's eye looked at it from above at an angle of about 60 degrees, it was cloudy and dark outside when I did though. When it came to seeing Vince, Matt, Brenda and Bethany, my brain was just replaying old memories, but the library was new, I felt my old feelings for Abby, my brain it seems likes to play tricks on me. In the library we had a conversation, I can't remember what it was it about, it's been too long since I had the dream.

One day yes, but I usually don't remember anything from them at all.

The Flag of White

Doth thou surrender to your fate?
Or must your will, I doth break?
Shall thy show thineself to the light?
Or under nightshade will thou hide?
Thou wrestles with thine mind I know,
For the die be cast, your heart shows.
Steel yourself dear old friend,
Enemies we're not, nor have ever been.
Must we, must we, then still fight?
Or will ye yield, the flag of white?

Life, but differently.

Is it wrong to want the world to descend into chaos,
So that everyone would feel the same?
Everyone living on the same social level,
Only a select few rising on to fame.
Not necessarily feeling the same that I do,
It would probably be better than what I've felt.
Though it too would have it's moments of joy,
So what would world would you choose, I pray, tell?
Such moments of longing for the lost souls today,
What purpose would they now have if this came to pass.
Currently they do nothing, locked away in their homes,
Keeping alive on a bare glimmer of hope from the past.
Diagnosed with depression, a pill for the pain,
Little rays of sunshine, each for a price, a toll.
The toll, you ask, is taken from them by the Lotophagi,
Until, at long last, their is nothing left of their soul.
The puppetmasters rule the world now, with clever cunning,
Manipulating our heartstrings with adept skill.
They show us our minds desires to rope us in,
In truth we have only the illusion of free will.
I guess I don't want chaos, only the world to change,
So that we are not stuck feeling the pain of greed.
Where money is everything, no matter what they say,
And in order to continue living you must surely bleed.
I experienced true happiness as an ignorant child,
Should I not wish to live in the past, do you not agree?
That is what I want, though, because that's when I felt alive,
A time of blue skies and sunshine, where I lived life, but differently.

...But A Dream

What if you woke up tomorrow
And discovered life was but a dream?
That years of what we thought was living,
We were really just fast asleep.
Do you wonder what it would be like,
What a world would we wake up too?
Would we still have our friends and family,
And what would it mean if this were true.
Would it be what we call heaven,
Could there also be a hell?
After living our lives asleep for so long,
Would we know if it was real, could we tell?
Maybe, though, we would live our lives full,
And love one another, forgetting all our greed,
If we all woke up tomorrow,
And discovered life was but a dream.

The Journey Chp. 1

If you wanted to read the story, I moved it to my short story blog. So far all of the work on there is unfinished and in rough draft form. I've posted a link to 'The Journey'
http://sgepplots.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-chp-1.html

Your Friend the Wind

"You know me, you know. We were great friends. I caressed you when you were young, and messed up your hair as a child. We used to have fun messing up the piles of leaves that your sisters would rake up in the fall. In the winter I made beautiful displays with the snowflakes, and built hills of snow for you to jump in. In Summer you would climb the trees and I would rock them back and forth, and cool you down. But now you are older and have forgotten me and retreated inside. And I have been sad, howling at night. Come back to be me and we will enjoy ourselves again, Me and you, your friend... the wind..."