Id

(Picture Credit - Forbidden Planet by tix is)

My Id creates my sleeping dreams,

Our Super-Id our World

Or Universe

Perhaps.

I think I’m alone with you,

But that’s not so.

For when I sleep, Something provides those dreams.

They say it’s the Subconscious, or the Id

But whatever it is,

I’m totally at its mercy.

They say that when you “lucid dream”

You realise you are dreaming

And can take control.

I’m not convinced!

Sure, when lucid you can steer that dream somewhat,

But once that horse decides to bolt

You are Lost.

I need to write some rules for dreams,

A code of conduct for myself and you:

When dreaming:

Never leave a room for it will vanish.

Lost your things?

Don’t go chasing them!

Wait for them to come to you.

Find yourself undressed?

Don’t worry,

You’ll soon be clothed again.

When you lose your way back home,

Don’t search,

Just stand and wait

For home to come find You.

Think driving

And you’ll maybe have a car

Around you!

Think friends

And soon they’ll all appear.

Oh yes my Id remains my boss for sure,

And heaven forbid I ever have “waking dreams” –

“Monsters from the Id” indeed!

A “Forbidden Planet” I’d hate to face.

But with some late-night meditation,

Maybe I can manage,

My crazy sleeping dreams

A little bit.

As for that “Super Id”,

Well that’s another story.

Paul Butters