Dream Ray
She is completely unlike
Real Ray
When I fall asleep
It’s always after
A conversation with her
I’ve found I almost always
Say goodnight to Real Ray
To say good morning to Dream Ray
In the smallest hours of the morning
I have somehow relevant dream plots
In extreme settings
With bizarre twists.
Like moving in with strangers and her
Only to have them kick me out
And Dream Ray leave me on the streets.
Like being on a train
Realizing we could fly
And Dream Ray left me to be abducted by
The cult in the sky.
Like living in the Victorian era
Layered dresses and all
Watching the men propose to the women
Giving Dream Ray the proposal of her dreams
To be shot down and left
To spend the rest our lives with men.
I know there are some thoughts
From my mind like
Fear and doubt and hopes and wishes
That come into my dream world
But unfortunately
Dream Ray tends to lend herself to
What I think I can’t have
Maybe it’s because she’s a girl
Maybe it’s because she’s the moon angel
Maybe it’s because I’m scared
Scared of dream planning again
With another
When all my dreams lend themselves
To nightmares
And Dream Ray
Is a heartbreaker
I never want to go to sleep at night
Knowing in my dreams she could break me
Only wanting to wake up
To my lovely girl
My Real Ray
Maybe one day
Dream Ray
Will be just as loving and gentile
As her.
— heaven is hers
