Unprocessed

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I dream darkly,
like that bile erupting
unprocessed
after eating too much curry,
my dreams are built from
bitterness of lingering regrets
from fermented vindications
remaining still unclaimed.

My dreams are draperies
it’s soot and ash
my shroud prepared,
My t-shirt clings to skin,
bedsheets tangled
as if I just escaped
the spectre of
matters told unsolved
or things in silence left.

Afterwards
I feel the blessing
that reality is bliss
compared to dreams.

A Man in a Room
Rembrandt

Today Sanaa wants us to write about interpreting dreams at dVerse. The few dreams I remember are just too dark to remember, but it makes me feel nice to be awake.

Januart 27, 2026

9 responses to “Unprocessed”

  1. I too dream darkly, so your poem resonates with me, Björn. I especially like these Gothic lines:

    ‘My dreams are draperies
    it’s soot and ash
    my shroud prepared’.

    Yes, some mornings reality is bliss compared to dreams.

  2. There is a certain gothic elegance to this poem that resonates, Bjorn! I love; “My dreams are draperies/it’s soot and ash,” it describes perfectly how dreams can be too dark to understand.

    Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️❤️

  3. no wonder you are more waker than dreamer – what a potent potion you conjured to sleep on

    It calls to mind the Bard:

    “If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumber’d here, while these visions did appear.“

  4. Bjorn, every time I read about your experiences with the dream world, I can’t help but wonder if there’s a gatekeeper stopping you for some reason. Hoping you can send the gatekeeper on its way as a lot of valuable material isn’t accessible to you.

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