Poem: It Was a Weird Dream | Exploring Surreal Reflections

It Was a Weird Dream

Many times, through the sky a thundering light came to earth
to demolish something or someone
searching for them somewhere on the earth.
Hidden in the secret dungeon around the palace that was
hailed by a very good-natured king who didn’t let anything
bad happen to the state,
who through the stroke of blind luck turned out to be the
unnecessary contaminant
in the pure water that ran by the empire.
Which is just a representation of humble irony.
The hospitals and its walls, the syringes, the pills, the shocks of
life,
that you receive in the doctor’s office.
Trying to understand the meaning of the words
even when the whole picture is drawn in front of you.
Trying to seem right and justified every time you are questioned.
People who ask questions are always nice and smiling
so, you could be sure that this isn’t an interrogation
since you were trained to not speak up in an interrogation room
so, you speak up the whole truth everywhere else every time.
It’ll take only a smiling, giggling girl to get everything out of
you.
You think to yourself what were the deeds you were paying for
you try to hide you seem to forget but you know exactly what
you are paying for,
and when that smiling giggling face asks you something you
have no other choice
but to tell the truth, the whole truth in front of her,
without an attempt to hold anything back.
Here and there we all seek the one who’ll come to rescue us
from our own empire.
Where I find myself to be the king of the mute and blind
army of the size that it feels like I am a sculptor sitting in my
shop ever sculpting ever…
Attempting to get the shapes just right
ever hoping that the day spent was enough to make up for all
the bad shit I did in my life.
Just so you know these things still exist,
Those dreams are still there to keep.
But you scare away from the one which strictly doesn’t have an
element of reality
after experiencing a full-fledged nightmare.
So, you take your fears and insecurities with yourself to the
wonderland.
You feed on your weaknesses you think you are dreaming two
Times,
when in reality you aren’t going to sleep at all.
At the beginning of time when the men roamed young and free
and the women careless and beautiful when there were no
strings attached,
when there were no responsibilities of carrying the load on
their shoulders,
for the people who refused to go on by themselves.
Refused to touch the ground with their feet,
something of a kind of hyper reality those people existed in
so, it seems that they didn’t breathe at all.
Just characters moving past one another doing one thing after
another,
without thinking about it without weighing the importance of
it on their scale.
They didn’t have a scale but they got a lot to weigh.
Kitchen the drawers, stove and kerosene let’s make a dish.
Fish, egg, meat or whatever you like to eat
but I am not hungry so I won’t eat.
I am full, full of thoughts full of ways, full of unsolved mysteries
full of uneven behaviour.
So you go ahead and fill up your empty void.
My hunger was operated out by the woman who laughs and
sings songs,
Her voice is like the hum of a united mother, her giggles like a
teasing old sister.

“It Was a Weird Dream” is a poem I wrote to capture the often surreal and perplexing nature of dreams. Dreams can be bizarre, filled with strange events and characters, and they often leave us wondering about their meaning.

The poem starts with a thundering light coming to earth, a dramatic and intense image that sets the stage for a series of unusual events. This light is searching for something or someone, representing the idea that our dreams often have a purpose or message, even if it’s not immediately clear to us.

The next part of the poem reflects on the concept of irony in our lives. The good-natured king, who turns out to be an unnecessary contaminant, symbolizes how even the best intentions can sometimes lead to unintended consequences. This is a humble reminder that life is full of contradictions and unexpected turns.

Touching on the idea of vulnerability. It talks about being questioned and the challenge of always trying to seem right and justified. This reflects the inner conflict we often face when we feel judged or scrutinized, even in our dreams.

Another key idea in the poem is the struggle for self-acceptance and forgiveness. The imagery of sculpting shapes and trying to make up for past mistakes represents the ongoing effort to improve ourselves and come to terms with our actions. It’s a reminder that we are all a work in progress, constantly striving to do better.

In the end it speaks about the comfort found in familiar and nurturing voices. The woman who laughs and sings symbolizes the soothing presence of those who care for us, offering reassurance and support even in the most confusing times.

Writing “It Was a Weird Dream” was an attempt to make sense of the chaos and complexity of our inner worlds. Dreams can be confusing and unsettling, but they also offer valuable insights into our fears, hopes, and desires. Through this poem, I hope to share the idea that even the strangest dreams have meaning and that they can help us understand ourselves better.