dream poetry

[ysobel]

I half wake; dozing, I realize
That the dream was a coherent and
Entertaining story.
I tell it to myself, over and
Over so I will remember when I fully
Wake.

I do not.

I remember that it took place
At some sort of convention
That was half science fiction
And half not

There were displays of original
Items related to sci fi -- mostly media
Except for the original (?) pristine bindings
of Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit
But most was Star Trek with a bit of Babylon 5
Costumes and props and books and
original weapons

And the other hall included Lego dioramas
and giant life size animal displays
Like the ones in natural history museums
Except the velociraptor exhibit was mechanized
So when you looked at them they disappeared
Except for swish of tail and beady eye
And there were racks of plush animals
As at a zoo gift shop
But the t-rexes
Looked like hippos

And I passed into the place where
Patrick Stewart had told me to meet him
And he hadn't said why but I could guess
Because all WoW guild disputes escalated
To him

And the guild in my dream
Was mostly for me and my sister and a few
Of my sisters friends
But two people had joined, two unknown
Asian boys who were dissatisfied with
How I ran the guild

So the three of them met me, two
Unknown Asian boys and Patrick Stewart behind
And I explained that the guild was casual,
But that per requirements for all guildmasters
I had recruited in Orgrimmar and Dalaran and
wherever the third place was, I couldn't remember
And that while I hadn't been playing much lately
My contact details were in the guild info
And they had not messaged me or emailed

And Patrick Stewart, arbiter of
Guild disagreements, said that as
They had made no attempt to contact me
That their complaint was unfounded

Then there was in the dream
Something about tea, and the significance
Of which brands they used and
Which they didn't, but
I don't remember

And there was something about
Needing more towels, but
They wouldn't provide more
Until after the tea had been restocked
And we were still wet and half dressed
Because the towels had all been used
And there was something about this but
I don't remember

I don't remember

I am too awake now.
The dream slips through the
Fingers of my conscious mind like
Water, like mist, like
Something that was never there
It was there, I know it was
But I don't remember