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Small Miracles

two dreamlets, dreamed 2008/9/7 by Wayan.
For David Lake and Meg Cabot. You'll see why.

1: Barberry

My home's a Victorian five floors tall.
I wake at dawn and wander halls...
Everyone here's a late sleeper but me;
all's chilly, dim and lone.
The kitchen sports a square of early sun.
I sit squarely down, fold my long legs un-
der, read a poetry book, sun gold on
my back as bare feet warm.
On the floor appears a dark blue plum.
No, a barberry! Almond- or sloe-shape,
midnight blue. Also called Oregon Grape;
but even up there, they never grow
three full inches long.

No shock. Visitations are daily fare
in our labyrinth-home. Small miracles
leap to us like flying squirrels
from far time-branches. But I've no spare
witnesses, this dawn.
On impulse, I let this one get away:
     act empirical!
          Rather than cart
             my alien fruit around town
shocking botanists (easy prey!),
     I eat the miracle.
          Bittersweet, tart.
             Today I'll plant the stone.

Sketch of a dream by Wayan: In a yellow bathrobe I sit and meditate in a sunny spot on the floor.

1: Barberry
My home's a Victorian five floors tall. I wake at dawn and wander halls... Everyone here's a late sleeper but me; all's chilly, dim and lone. The kitchen sports a square of early sun. I sit squarely down, fold my long legs un- der, read a poetry book, sun gold on my back as bare feet warm. On the floor appears a dark blue plum. No, a barberry! Almond- or sloe-shape, midnight blue. Also called Oregon Grape; but even up there, they never grow three full inches long.		No shock. Visitations are daily fare in our labyrinth-home. Small miracles leap to us like flying squirrels from far time-branches. But I've no spare witnesses, this dawn. On impulse, I let this one get away: act empirical! Rather than cart my alien fruit around town shocking botanists (easy prey!), I eat the miracle. Bittersweet, tart. Today I'll plant the stone.

2: Tiny Scientists

Out of the future, a naked researcher
teleports into my home: a cheer-
ful waif not five feet tall.
My housemate Alder knows this stray
Eloi, and warns "two more today
will likely soon appear."
The sisters do: elfin blondes too,
clonish as triplet dolls. So do
nude nerds rule our future?
All three serene, relaxing as easy
in their skins as cats. So sexy.
But our heatwave just broke;
the Frisco fog is back. Our
body-taboos may be a bore,
but they'll need insulation here
in the interglacial past.
So I rummage my closet, toss a storm
of hats and sweaters and shirts
big enough to be ponchos, dresses
on these Munchkin flirts.
I avalanche-bury the trio in warm,
Then seeing my overhelpfulnesses,
Wake bewildered. Dawn.

2: Tiny Scientists
Out of the future, a naked researcher teleports into my home: a cheer- ful waif not five feet tall. My housemate Alder knows this stray Eloi, and warns "two more today will likely soon appear." The sisters do: elfin blondes too, clonish as triplet dolls. So do nude nerds rule our future? All three serene, relaxing as easy in their skins as cats. So sexy.		But our heatwave just broke; the Frisco fog is back. Our body-taboos may be a bore, but they'll need insulation here in the interglacial past. So I rummage my closet, toss a storm of hats and sweaters and shirts big enough to be ponchos, dresses on these Munchkin flirts. I avalanche-bury the trio in warm, Then seeing my overhelpfulnesses, Wake bewildered. Dawn.

Sketch of a dream by Wayan: a huge blue barberry or Oregongrape that appeared from nowhere on my floor.

DREAM NOTES

1: BARBERRY

Tall wooden house: from Meg Cabot's Avalon High, an Arthurian legend set in a modern high school. Arthur lives in such a house. A lonely place for him: stiff father, mom with secrets, mean half-brother Mordred...
Barberry/Oregongrape: a West Coast shrub with hollylike leaves and edible oval indigo berries half an inch long. I saw a showy relative of it in the Japanese Tea Garden today. Oversize berries, but not dream-big.
2: TINY SCIENTISTS
Time-travel, Alder: today Alder read my transcription of her dream Amplifier, on the World Dream Bank. She said "I don't remember it like that!" I felt guilty--baaad editor! So I checked my original notes of what she told me nine years ago, and there it all was. You're the authority on your dream when you dream it, but naked memory's unreliable over years. Write 'em down!
Tiny naked blondes: Avalon High again. The narrator catches Guinevere, a little blonde cheerleader, in bed with Lance. The scene spoke to me, as I'm still healing from a love triangle that exploded due to jealousy.
Three scientists unsure. Met no triplets today; none in Avalon High. Maybe literal? Ms Right will work in a lab and have two sisters? Who knows?
From the future: maybe just a hint she's from MY future, someone I haven't met yet. Or...
Eloi: in The Time Machine by H.G. Wells, the Eloi are the childlike descendants of the English leisure class. But in "The Truth About Weena", David Lake's wonderful answer to Wells, Weena the supposedly simpleminded Eloi who the Time Traveler tries to save travels back to Victorian England, rightly finds it sexist and savage, and starts building an Eloitopia.
Comfortable nude: the future will be hot. Maybe sexually; for sure climatically. Welcome to the greenhouse!
Munchkins: meter-high natives of eastern Oz in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. I exaggerated, though--the three weren't that small.
In our pre-greenhouse climate you need clothes: well, it could be deeply symbolic about armor and self-disclosure and all that. But, see...
Hot today! I biked in gauzy shirt and pants
to Golden Gate Park. The fog cat-danced
and pounced. I shivered and rode back:
all my coats were home on the rack!
I grew up here; I do know better.
In San Francisco, carry that sweater.
3: BOTH
So what's it all mean? Well, both these dreams are of odd-sized materializations. And the previous night I dreamed I should email a total stranger--it described and even named her. But I didn't try to find her, let alone email her. Google-shy! So I think these twin dreams are saying "Hey, we come up with miracles, so don't just write 'em down--ACT on our tips!"
This is Dreamverse #23. Every day, a dream-poem! Or two.

LISTS AND LINKS: time-travel - a recent dream of (probably) the same smallish blonde: Shy No More - dream doubles - babes and hunks - labs and scientists - nudity in dreams - climate change - miracles - fruits and vegs - food - H.G. Wells - pencil dream art - dream poems - Dreamverses project - the next Dreamverse: Invoke the Animal Powers (or was that Provoke?)

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