Bit Of Poe

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Last Night...

I was wandering about with a guy and a girl. The guy was a sidekick type. The girl I loved. I think she may have been Bernie. But not for long. Yet again here was she was a girl that I know and yet can never recollect once I awake. Maybe she was an amalgamation of others, Bernie, Lorna, a few others. Think she have also been a soap star. Anyway, whoever she was…
We came across a town and started looking for work. I suddenly realised that it was a western, although neither myself nor the townsfolk were dressed as such. The desert at the back of the building and the money gave it away. The money was the same as now… £20, £10, £5 notes. However, the ink was mainly one colour e.g. red for the £20, and the paper was bigger.
The girl got lost from us. I was asked to go to the desert and speak to an old Indian (I should say Native American, but fuck it). I looked out on the desert and decided to get off my horse. (I didn’t have a horse at all before this moment). I could see something move in the desert. However I remembered the vicious Indian-Pirates that had made me come to this point, and decided to press on.
The building opened into a square. The desert started almost immediately. To my right were the rocks of a mountain. There were a few small dunes scattered about. The sand would occasionally shift with whatever creature lurked beneath.
I stepped over such a sand shift but the creature ignored me. Deciding it was ok, I advanced without caution. At the top of the dune, an Indian-Pirate attacked. We scuffled and I moved on.
I found the Indian but I didn’t understood what he told me. Confused I headed back, this time on horse. The creature in the sand startled the horse, which threw me. Dazed I saw the rattle of the sand snake. Getting up quickly I looked around. There were several of the creatures all around me. I was twenty yards from the building. I walked swiftly. Just before the building I stumbled, putting my hands out to break my fall. Suddenly a snake struck from the sand, biting my finger.
I screamed in pain, and immediately tried to suck the poison out. Standing, I ran to the building and went into the trader’s hut. My sidekick rose to stand but I shook my head and he sat back down. The place was very busy with people buying all the stock.
I approached the trader and he looked at my hand. He told me matter of factly that my arm would die if I didn’t cut the finger off soon. He liked me and said he had kept a bottle of weak whisky for me. I could have it for £20. I gave him a red bill and looked at the bottle. It was a dusty bottle of Jack Daniels.
I swigged from the bottle and took a meat cleaver to my hand. The blow came down hard but did not break all the bone in my finger. I curled in agony. Baulking and dry heaving I sawed the reminder of my finger from the bone and wrapped a dirty cloth around it. There was little blood.
I left the trader’s hut and asked where the girl was. Following the advice I went to the sofa shop. It was a mile long, with stacks of sofas and beds in the window. The girl was working with a customer at the very end of the shop. I apologised for interrupting and took her to one side. I explained what happened. She cried, told me she loved me, but she had found a husband and had a baby with him. Gutted and fingerless I nodded and left.
I found myself entering a concrete bunker which stretched across a large area. The doors were rusty and cold. I could see the German guard so I hid in the cupboard and took the light bulb out. The guard waited for a while and then walked away. I slowly got out the cupboard….

Several Nights Ago...

I reported to work and had to wait in a small room. The room was familiar but did not belong to the actual building that I work in. A few work colleagues were sitting there, reading newspapers and drinking coffee & tea.
After a while, I realised that I recognised the room, and it appeared to be a small room at the back of a church or a social club. The lights would alternately dim and flicker as if the bulbs were dying.
A horse was running and stopping and running. I could only see its hooves. Something kept blocking it from running away.
Ste, one of my colleagues laughed at the fact that I was on the late shift and he was going home. He went to a ‘window’ in the wall I hadn’t noticed before and grabbed a plate of chips & beans.
I recalled a conversation from a few moments ago. I was told to prepare and get ready. I was holding a small toothpaste tube. It was white and blank. I walked to a window and started to apply the paste to the windows. I remembered someone telling me to cover all windows and cracks. Carefully I went about the room. The ‘window’ to the kitchen/café was no longer there.
The horse kept running. It was neighing in panic. A herd of bulls surrounded it. A bull with large vicious horns was chasing the horse. The horse was agile as a gazelle.
I finished applying the paste and looked around. I was in my auntie’s front room. Outside the window I watched the bulls gore the horse….

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