Dream Logic


I dreamed I’d flown to London.

I was about to call my wife to tell her,

“Honey, we’ve landed safely,”

when the alarm went off.

My first thought was,

I’ll leave her a message,

but there was no time.

So I said as I opened my eyes,

“Darling, I’m in London.”


When you’re stuck between Death and Life,

the up-is-down logic of Neverwas

makes preposterous sense.

We live in that middling place, you and I,

in the land of Neverwas,

the land between Death and Life.

Believing in Evermore

(even if we say we don’t),

yet living as though Neverwas was Evermore.

Planning our infinity in a plummeting drop,

despite the ocean in which we’re about to plop.


Neverwas is crowded and cruel,

speckled by motes of Beauty.

We resolutely believe

those flecks are all the Beauty there is.

And so we fight to own them,

to control them,

even as they vanish.

But they are only inklings of a limitless Beauty

that belongs to someone Else.


A moment from now

we will join the Ocean

and finally awaken.

If we have lived on Dream Logic

it will be too late.

Our hearts will dwell forever in Neverwas.

And all that will remain of us

will be the sense of Death

upon which we fed ourselves

before it was too late to learn

the sense of Life.

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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10 Responses to Dream Logic

  1. Thank you so very much. I am in the middle of that sense. I know that will pass, and soon will be waking to the only moment, present. Hopefully before the day is over. 🙂

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  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    Love tbis.😍

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  3. Roos Ruse says:

    So. Deeply. Stirring. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I really like this poem. Oddly enough, I have been thinking about this topic recently. Take care.

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  5. Mitch now that I no longer work I tend to remember my Dreams more clearly. I find that I am often in a familiar work type situation( a financial crisis or a merger) although the setting is often new and the people are a hodgepodge of people from my old work life or who I knew personally. No one person seems to be in the type of role they would have actually been in during my waking hours. And now, more than ever, my Dreams have former mentors, work friends or family who are no longer living. But its good to see them.
    So great poem about Dreams, Life and Death!
    Brad James, author The Business Zoo

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