After David Lynch & Mark Frost
We Live Inside a Dream [Love]
Last night I had the strangest dream. Black as midnight on a moonless night. Black and dark and soaked with dreams. The environmental issues here dwarf any parochial business concerns. But it’s like I’m having the most beautiful dream and the most terrible nightmare all at once. Never drink coffee that has been anywhere near a fish. You spoke to me in my dream. The foundation of such a method is love. It was a dream! We live inside a dream! What a beauty. Reminds me of that statue, the babe without the arms. I feel like I'm going to dream tonight. When you really want love, you’ll find it waiting for you. I’ll see you in my dreams. This must be where pies go when they die. Is this real, or some strange and twisted dream? Whoever invented the pie? I saw him in my dreams. A man who doesn't love easily, loves too much. He was born with hardware most of us only dream of having. Fix their hearts, or die! Their simple dreams have become a nightmare. I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange. All I did was coming to a funeral, and it’s like I fell into a dream. If you really love someone, it’s like this bright light is shining on you all the time. Dream souls... Where do they wander? (In the land of the dead) They say that love makes the world go around. See you in my dreams. Fear and love open the doors. Not if I see you first. You know, you love a good steak but you don’t want to know how it got on your plate. We are like the dreamer who dreams, and then lives inside the dream. But who is the dreamer? Makes people who need people the luckiest people in the world. A vision I had in my sleep last night — as distinguished from a dream which is mere sorting and cataloguing of the day's events by the subconscious. You’re right in it and it’s great. The impulses become pictures, the pictures become your dream. I've had I can't tell you how many cups of coffee in my life, and this– this is one of the best. I was worried about today because of the dream I told you about. Damn good coffee. And hot! I had the strangest dream. Oh, it was so hard to ride, but I loved that bike. I loved that bike! A dream soul that wanders. The angels will return. Even if it was only a dream, I hope he heard me. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it. Don't wait for it. Just let it happen. It was Laura living in my dreams. What have I done? Oh god, I love her! I love her with all my heart! My angel, forgive me! Maybe our dreams are real. So let us, in walking gently upon the earth, leave behind a simple legacy: There are things you can’t find anywhere. But we dream they can be found in other people. That we're new warriors, mystic warriors, who love the earth, and try to save it.
—Adam Powers
The “Cento” Poetic Form, defined: From the Latin word for “patchwork,” the cento (or collage poem) is a poetic form composed entirely of lines from poems by other poets [or texts].