My Id

 

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Deep within the labyrinthine recesses of my mind

Lies my Id.

Or Subconscious, 

Or whatever you will.

So when I sleep and dream

My Id presents me with scenes

Full of seemingly incredible detail:

Countless objects set before me

In a wonderfully vivid landscape.

 

How on Earth does my Id store and display

All these amazing things?

Or is it conning me somehow?

 

For my Id loves to taunt and tease me.

With dreams of finding myself undressed

In public.

Stressful nightmares of being given impossible mental

And practical challenges to complete.

Of being lost and unable to find my way

Home.

Endless journeys by train and bus

Travelling the country in my quest

To get back in the bosom

Of my loving family.

Bee swarms and nasty infestations of bugs.

The Forbidden Planet had its “Monsters of the Id”

And on rare occasions I have woken to continued dreams

Of snakes and people who shouldn’t be there.

And that Giant Eye!

God forbid my sleeping dreams should invade reality,

Somewhere in the Twilight Zone.

 

But on the plus side, my dreams can be filled

With seemingly original music

And pleasantries I’d better leave

To your imagination.

Wink, wink.

 

Paul Butters

 

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