Brave New Year, dear Hive account@anwenbaumeister I hope your 2018 is off to an auspicious start! Writing more is a good New Year's resolution - I'm happy to see your poetry prompts and participate :) I, especially, appreciated this one, since visions and mysticism are dear to my heart... Here's my dream journal in verse:

Strange Fruit

My dreams toss aside the sheets
like the skin off a fruit,
evidence of wrestling
with an invincible Other

but all dreams are pagan masquerades
of animal deities, amalgams of persons
reconstituted, zoomorphically
hybrid monsters and angels

some visitors from the waking world
others residents of the dreaming one
with its own distinct time zone,
exchange rate, sites and tour guides

whence all this psychic flush
leaving us wet with exhaustion or pleasure
grinding our teeth to a fine salt
or mysteriously amused, with a half-smile

projections or premonitions,
these battlefields nightly revisited
to slay a dragon, save a princess
or, sometimes, vice versa

what of our role in these productions
glistening with irreducible symbolism
are we unconscious directors
or merely quivering screens?