Why are my stress dreamsabout public transportationwhen in waking life I drive everywherepining for a train commute?It’s always the same. On the busnot knowing where I’m headed,lost in a neighborhood mazein a city I know by heart, or riflingthrough and losing track of myriadbelongings for exact-change fare.Thing is, I’ve never dreamedof bill collectors, or war and occupation.You know, the pervasive themesthat actually stress a person out.But for a day of riding the train,or even a city bus, reading a good book,scribbling down notes as ideas come.That would be a dream.
This is #5 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.
My stress dreams used to be about being trapped in an out of control elevator! I'm always amazed how I can dream of things I would not even think of in day to day life.
ReplyDeleteI dream of falling. And, losing my teeth. Ugh.
ReplyDeletei used to have crumbling-teeth dreams, but never an elevator. i do have dreams of losing my children... which kind of goes against the spirit of this poem (i.e. i do actually have dreams about the thing that is the scariest). but in recent years, constantly being lost in urban settings, involving public transit. go figure.
ReplyDeletethanks for reading, dear women! xoxo