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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Image of dream sequence inspired by the Tim Holmes poem, Last Night I Had A Dream

Last Night I Had A Dream... by Tim Holmes

In this dream I was laid flat on the surface of the earth

As was everyone else

All laid side by side by side.

The surface of the globe was covered with people, all lying flat on the ground

There were no buildings or houses just people

All laid in unison. . . covering the whole of our planet

Occasionally someone would adjust their position, to make themselves more comfortable

This would 'bother' the person lying beside them, who would adjust their own position

Then the person besides them

Who in turn, would adjust their position

In my dream I watched from above as the rippling took effect

And saw all the people in the world struggling to find comfort in an ever-changing place



A dream remembered that somehow represents this life

Covering the full range of human emotion in a simple vision

A subtext to our daily lives

A meandering metaphor of our minds making

Where ego, id and super-ego meet with the subconscious

And vision and sight take flight without eyes

What are dreams made of?

Three parts experience and one part explanation

Or one part irrelevance and three parts imagination

A blend of pictures and events, sometimes seemingly unconnected

And with no conscious reasoning somehow become selected

It could be two parts inspiration and two parts revelation

Brought to you without colour or sound, the most vivid extrapolations



Do androids dream of electric sheep?

Do people dream in colour?

Do you ever understand what the dreaming vision speaks of?

Or in recollection does the image just get duller?



Posted: June 2007. Copyright: Tim Holmes.
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