This is the first poem I wrote for my creative writing degree. It came from some scribbles I wrote down upon waking from the dream in the poem. I used to lucid dream all the time and haven’t for a long time.
The feedback from my tutor was great! Although I’m not usually one for writing poetry, I thought I would share on here.
With an obnoxious and ignorant Mark
A lucid dream
Fantasy dredged from the belly of subconscious
I can change this
Mark disappears and I’m running
Running through a corridor
Into a room
Wake up, wake up
Why can’t I wake up?
It’s just a dream
Then I’m awake
Drenched in sweat