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The Beast Dream
I had what I shall call 'The Beast Dream'.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detail
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping in a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to whom we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof
Are the rest cross-legged on the floor.
But while the teacher speaks and moves his hands and the group listen
A ghost sits with them.
A ghost, an imp, a demon, something I cannot fully describe
But know full well to be a source of annoyance who haunts us,
Yet for all this nobody shoos it away.
So I lunge forwards and smash through the glass
scaring away the ghost-thing permanently
Only to replace one monster with another?
For now I am a terrifying black werewolf
hunched and penned by the close roof
which presses against my obisidan, midnight, coloured fur
with great claws and great shape
terrifying in both greatness of power and greatness of causing fear.
Sharp white teeth
My true real day-to-day teeth but bigger
dominate the attention
(The camera's focus in a film?
or the story's focus in a book?)
And for scaring away the ghost-thing
I am strapped down to a bed like a madman in an asylum
and I grin at the matron with the same white teeth but in human skin,
Only to morph into the great black wolf moments later.
I stand and loom over her, the leather straps now usless fall away
I stand and loom as if to say
Am I a Monster now ?
With all the sarcasm italics can convey.
Though I my heart in this form I am not a monster
But a Beast: free of confusing thought
Free to act on instinct and part of nature.
The Beast Dream fades and I wake.
All but the most memorable bits linger
Yet my limbs feel infinitely weary as though they were once stronger
but now I am human
My grin is still one full of razor sharp teeth.
The dream where an animal is key
where its great impact
overshadows all other thoughts
until the dream no longer has any detail
Except for the Beast.
I was in a school possibly,
All dreams are hazy memories when awake
but unravelling films when waking.
Anyway, I was part of a group sleeping in a boarding school's roof
with a matron or teacher who is like a mother to us all
a figure to whom we look for judgement.
I walked passed a window
where inside the room, still inside the roof
Are the rest cross-legged on the floor.
But while the teacher speaks and moves his hands and the group listen
A ghost sits with them.
A ghost, an imp, a demon, something I cannot fully describe
But know full well to be a source of annoyance who haunts us,
Yet for all this nobody shoos it away.
So I lunge forwards and smash through the glass
scaring away the ghost-thing permanently
Only to replace one monster with another?
For now I am a terrifying black werewolf
hunched and penned by the close roof
which presses against my obisidan, midnight, coloured fur
with great claws and great shape
terrifying in both greatness of power and greatness of causing fear.
Sharp white teeth
My true real day-to-day teeth but bigger
dominate the attention
(The camera's focus in a film?
or the story's focus in a book?)
And for scaring away the ghost-thing
I am strapped down to a bed like a madman in an asylum
and I grin at the matron with the same white teeth but in human skin,
Only to morph into the great black wolf moments later.
I stand and loom over her, the leather straps now usless fall away
I stand and loom as if to say
Am I a Monster now ?
With all the sarcasm italics can convey.
Though I my heart in this form I am not a monster
But a Beast: free of confusing thought
Free to act on instinct and part of nature.
The Beast Dream fades and I wake.
All but the most memorable bits linger
Yet my limbs feel infinitely weary as though they were once stronger
but now I am human
My grin is still one full of razor sharp teeth.
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