I really do enjoy being me

Some poet needs to write a poem in which dreams do not ingrain illusions and false hopes, but rather repeat real life experience to learn things better and/or emotionally prepare the dreamer for worst case scenario situations. I would do it but I paint better.

Context (oh! I used this on the essay I just wrote):
After a long but really really fun study session in which ashbery and duncan finally made sense.

Dream:
I was going to an end of the year potluck. I remember maxim definitely, but he was only there because of the other molly. [link to double consciousness, replica (obviously i'm the fake because its not even my name), doppleganger end rhyme (end rhyme because only similarity in sound not proximity or referent)]

Suddenly I was missing a shoe (twist of "where's that chunk of head, apparently meaningless but covert link to notion of 'grounding'")

I was with robbie/bennet going to see tim. One was driving a white van, the other was opening the drivers side door to this van (to elsie, "no one/ to witness/ and adjust, not one to drive the cars," also experience of car i never had.)

Suddenly they were the same. morphing and growing into November gold curls (link to my terrible never should have been written poetry that links with chateau hardware's and other poems freaking out about the month of November)

I was suddenly really embarassed that my idea of tim and real tim were going to meet eachother. Both worried that real tim would feel bad that idea tim was so much cooler and embarassed to still have an idea tim at all. (reality and art that goes both above (idea tim) and below (reducing idea of robbie/bennet to component parts) these levels of realism)

I'm not going to lie, it is simultaneously outstanding and absolutely hilarious the way my dream uses pastiche to parody my silly existence.

It also helped me illustrate and solidify concepts that were on my test today.

And Finally, but most importantly for me, in turning these traditionally romantic themes and characters into study tools and artistic fodder, I am doing a much better job of being a heartless selfish and goal oriented human being.


Use people molly.
Use them.