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
Because of my idealistic outlook and viewpoint on the world around me, I have always been asked,
‘What colour is the sky in your world today, Lynne?’
I am always drifting off into a cloudy abyss, mentally creating other worlds and dimensions; I realise that makes me sound slightly nuts and I probably am to some extent but day dreaming isn’t just a hobby of mine it’s a way of life. Sometimes I write down these creations, other times I lose track of time and realise with a jolt of reality that I should be somewhere, instantly losing the link to the world I had just created; leaving the idea hanging mid-air with the hope I’ll be able to pick it back up again at another time.
I’m setting this blog up to review some of the current young adult books I am reading at the moment but I would also like to share with you some snippets of the worlds and stories I mentally create.
I hope you enjoy reading my reviews and stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
Lots a love