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The Ghost Dream

*I had this dream several days ago. I've been thinking about it ever since ... about how to put it into words. I realized that what I really wanted to capture was not the events that happened (which I will not go into much detail at all about) but the overwhelming emotion that I felt inside the dream and even after it was over. I've been calling it, "The Ghost Dream" to myself. Here it is, vague and unjust as my attempt at it might be ... poetry or not.

My memory of the dream begins ...

I'm walking toward the edge of the woods.
I reach them and enter.
It seems that here I sustain some sort of injury.
I don't recall it being physical, although it sent me into unconsciousness
inside the dream itself.
I wake to find myself in a cabin,
and I know that three years have passed.
I'm overwhelmed with dread,
as I know that the three years might as well have been a hundred.
The life that I knew had passed,
and I found myself walking through parts of my own story ...
doors to gym locker rooms,
doors to houses where people I knew had lived,
doors to buildings where I'd worked,
but I always passed under the door,
through the crack.
The feeling was not unpleasant.
It felt like being real enough to be forced to get past the door,
but being unreal enough to be able to stretch myself beneath it.

I walked among the people I knew like a ghost.
They could see me,
and they spoke to me,
but always with a faint disconnection,
as though I was nothing more than a memory come to life.
The love that my wife once had for me was gone,
replaced by a feeling that was no more intense
than a shrug of the shoulders.
My children had aged far more than three years,
and although I knew they remembered me,
their eyes were glass.
And when I looked into them,
all I could see was a misty figure staring back at me.
More so than the images I saw,
I remember the feelings the dream awoke ...
helplessness, confusion, and despair.

Were someone to ask my dream family,
"Is this your father? Is that your husband?"
I know they would have said,
"Our father is gone. I have no husband."

I came back to the waking world feeling troubled and distant,
as though it was never really a dream at all ...

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  1. Date: 9/3/2013 4:02:00 PM
    Wow!!!!! That was chilling excellent poetic poem poet

  1. Date: 8/23/2013 8:54:00 PM
    Such a chilling vision of dream that is remembered so vividly. Very mystical and eerie. Got goose bumps reading it

  1. Date: 8/12/2013 1:30:00 AM
    Missed being on for a while. You are one of the reasons why. Come share your muse my friend. I have many peculiar scary dreams, so vivid and story like like this. But none quite so unnerving with my current family. Liked it much though

  1. Date: 7/13/2013 2:14:00 PM
    That's a very chilling account. Thanks for sharing it with us. Your words and emotions are precious poetry to my mind, very stimulating and entertaining as well. Always, Laura

  1. Date: 6/23/2013 7:43:00 PM
    ...wow, a few goose bumps on this one! Z

  1. Date: 6/21/2013 9:19:00 AM
    it's good to write about a dream you have, they are like in this case worth writing about, enjoyed your wrtie , XOXf~ SKAT

  1. Date: 6/17/2013 12:39:00 PM
    "Kimo-ver here"... hahaha. Best comment ever. Will you have any new poems for us soon? I hope so!

  1. Date: 6/15/2013 2:06:00 PM
    Caleb that was a funny squirrel story about you and your little girl, what she said. Like daddy like daughter!

  1. Date: 6/15/2013 7:44:00 AM
    I have weird dreams just like this, but could never put them so eloquently into words as you have done here. This narrative had me captivated.

  1. Date: 6/14/2013 6:06:00 PM
    Sometimes we care so much for the people We love we can easily dream of them.Sometimes we protect them so deeply that even in our dreams we want to get hold of them.It seems as even in your sleep you want to keep them there with you and maybe that s what made you dream of not being in their lives anymore but dont worry ..on my island when one dreams of passing away it means his years of living has exceeded..Its a myth but a good one so don t worry.Your dream's journey felt so vivid-excellent

  1. Date: 6/14/2013 2:56:00 PM
    Awesome, verrrry interesting--Hollywood is calling, or perhaps Stephen King---ahh screw him and start your own stuff!!

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 5:01:00 PM
    Whew!...This baby sucked me right in from the start, Caleb...All I know about dreams is that without them we would all go crazy...Good work! - Tim

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 9:45:00 PM
    I think it was just bad food!!!!! Something you ate on one of those hunting trips!!!!! Seriously.....you are just a worrier.... afraid you won't get it all done...just breath...I'm going to write you a poem pretty soon....but this is wonderful writing and the best way to hang...by letting us share your concerns..cause we care...

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    Date: 6/14/2013 2:57:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Love the bad food line--sounds like Dickens!!
  1. Date: 6/12/2013 3:01:00 PM
    gosh dang it, that is so annoying that you cannot enter my contest. If soup ever fixes it for you (are you contacting them?) then let me know. Knowing me, I won't get around to judging it right away and I could always open the contest up quickly to get an extra entry in (if soup should fix that annoying problem finally). Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 1:05:00 PM
    You gave me the goose pimples with this one Caleb, well done xx

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 12:17:00 AM
    How eerie this dream was and I can imagine it would have left you feeling disturbed....... I looked up the meaning of ghost dreams "To see your own ghost in your dream symbolizes aspects of yourself that you fear. This may involve a painful memory, guilt, or some repressed thoughts. Or you may be afraid of death and dying. To dream that you turn into a ghost implies that you are desperate to escape from a situation." SuZ

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 11:13:00 PM
    wow, you really emote with this one, Caleb. We can feel just how the dream makes you feel and it's surreal and interesting just as most dreams are. well,mine are sure weird and this one is really great to read about!! (Duck Dynasty , huh? I never watched but I heard of it)

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 1:57:00 PM
    You expressed this so well. I'm feeling disturbed right now just imagining this. Hopefully writing it down helped to dispell those feelings of despair - I know when I write something down, I feel as if I've purged my soul of negativity and I feel much better!

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 1:34:00 PM
    You certaintly brought the emotions across as you hoped Caleb. Love the title you gave it as well. *hugs*

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 10:47:00 AM
    Caleb...what a write. The feelings came across. Sad....disconcerting. It's not real, Caleb...you are your family's pride and joy, I'm sure...Shake it off, smile and be happy! You are the man of your home...the sun of your family! :) Hugs!

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