CAITLIN CONWAY // @caitlinaconway
Dreams— sometimes I wake up stunned.
How could my mind create that? How long did that even last? It felt like hours or it felt like no time at all. The story will stay with me for a morning, maybe I’ll tell a friend about it. Most of the time it goes back into the deep pool of my subconscious or wherever dreams go. Before I can even open my eyes, I fervently dig and try to remember that little series of images…I can’t recall.
I wrote this poem about a dream I had a few weeks ago. This one stuck with me. In a time where it’s becoming harder to tell the difference between reality and a nightmare, I woke up after this and laughed.