There could be many things cloaked by a snakeskin –
A wobbling thought weaving through tall grass,
Or a spine shattering dread hissing
And twisting it’s way up your neck,
Or a wrist worming it’s way around your waist
With fingers walking where they aren’t welcome.
I awoke without thought,
Just blank in my head
And a dream still hauntingly
Hung by a thread,
Unravelling a deepening
Hole in my chest.
I’m told I was conjured from a flickering light,
Or dancing phosphenes –
Dots of red and blue and green
Arranging to become me.
But I don’t remember it any more than
A child remembers being born.
Then again, I don’t remember life at all.
This is the story behind a small animation I made for an assignment; the idea behind it and how it came to be, and how I came to see it as a 30 second dream.
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Maybe our dreams are more voices in our heads than we think.
Louder than we hear,
Until we choose to listen.
I have not yet learned to notice
How time jumps
Or how the clocks don’t tick
Have you ever noticed how most people in dreams don’t have faces?
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Lauren Kathleen 