Recently, a fellow dreamer, Kayla, (www.dreamerly.com) posted this dream:
“Last night my dreams took me to the strangest places – to a little neighborhood of modern buildings nestled among the familiar imagery of my hometown. On our way to our destination, my companion in the dream and I passed a light blue modern structure, a restaurant called “The Almond.” (I think that name is delightful and if I were to start a restaurant, I would surely name it just that!) Our destination in the dream was the house of a woman who served dinner from her home. It was a Sunday, and we were uncertain if she would be serving dinner that night. She was. When we were seated, we were the only ones there, but soon more people came and more and more, so that the room was completely full. A strange feast of the oddest foods was served. It was a marvelous dream, one that evokes memories of Babette’s Feast and that has had me moving through my day with an inward eye and a strange state of mind.”
With Kayla’s nod, I made an attempt to enter her dream and create a poem:
Thirty-Seventh Ave. S.W.
Basks in the glow of yesteryear,
Yester joy, and the abandonment of youth.
Its aura creates an illusion of “All is well,”
When it isn’t….But THIS part is well:
Re-enacting every movie we saw,
I at the top of one vacant lot, a virtual Carol Burnet, singing at the top of my lungs,
“I’m calling you, ooo, ooo, ooo,”
Melania Wozniak echoing from the opposite vacant lot,
“I’m answering you, ooo, ooo, ooo.”
A “gemutlich” time, a hospitable hiatus
From a sometimes inhospitable home.
Out on Thirty-Seventh Ave. S.W.
I didn’t have to fit in where I didn’t fit.
Here, the wild, tomboy-seer
The neighborhood of my youth
Tenders a gift:
“Return to my table and re-member the memories.”
And in the breaking of the bread
© rita h kowats
9 thoughts on “The Land of Nod and The Feast”
Oh! I absolutely love this! It very much resonates with me – and has revealed many new layers of meaning to my dream that were beyond my vision before. My favorite line – “Here, the wild tomboy seer / Fit.” “Fit” – that single word.That is the key that unlocked a new door for me – in terms of thinking of my childhood home, also a place I do not “fit” and finding this enclave within it, accepting the gifts within it. Finding this enclave filled with new faces, new tastes, new experiences. Lovely, just lovely. This has been a great experiment – one I have very much enjoyed. Here’s to dreams, dream-sharing, and art!
I am so happy that it resonated with you, Kayla. The poem came from a place beyond me which seems to have met your place. Welcome!
If it’s okay, I’d love to reblog this on my site as well!
Thanks for liking my post, Rita, delighted to come across your blog. I love dreams, have a dream diary and teach understanding dreams from time to time.
Understanding is the key, isn’t it? I’m so glad you teach that. Thanks for following…I love your blog name!
I love your poem! The way you fit in Carol Burnet made me grin.
And as someone who practices lucid dreaming, I’m so glad you came over to my blog today..so I could discover yours in turn.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Collaboration is such fun, isn’t it?
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