An Assortment of Discontinuous Dreams

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An Assortment of Discontinuous Dreams

     I dreamed Warhead Detonator.

I dreamed the metal artworks of Benin and Ife,

                                I dreamed Urotoxic,

I dreamed moderate delegates fought, 

I dreamed, we don't know what happened...

I dreamed out in the Darkness.

I dreamed upon liability without fault.

I dreamed, with a tempo like a religious prayer.

I dreamed vocal jazz, with costumes and choreography.

I dreamed, "GET ME OUTSIDE!"

I dreamed anything can be collected into a set.

I dreamed...Multiple suicide stab wounds...

I dreamed. Indeed it was unclear...

I dreamed as the blood beat the skin...

I dreamed...Now lets try again...

I dreamed... she blushed again...

-Aly Zein Mohamed

Activity: Anaphora

When the beginning of each line is the same, it is called anaphora. This week, each line had to begin with "I dreamed" and was completed by finding random phrases and words from books in the library. Read some of the results below...

I dreamed the plays of Shakespeare.

I dreamed I don't get back home to my wife.
I dreamed a young philosophy student.
I dreamed Dr. Smith has poor bedside manner.
I dreamed tonal progressions begin and end at the borders of forms.
I dreamed I remember.
I dreamed in the introduction.
I dreamed and then you would like me.
I dreamed there was something hidden inside the Game Boy.
I dreamed before placing a tube cake in the cake server.
I dreamed the earlier experiments had shown that neural adequacy requires about 500 milliseconds for completion.
I dreamed I must stop this whole thing.
I dreamed he had been stupid.
I dreamed nothing miraculous after all.
I dreamed she and her two friends were being harassed.
I dreamed people who ain't too clever.
I dreamed by the rival treasure hunters.
I dreamed demilitarized.
I dreamed after every mass extinction.
I dreamed because it speaks to the secret.
I dreamed it used to be believed.
I dreamed they stopped to rest.

that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love

that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
or whatever it is somewhere somehow dot dot dot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes

in such and such a season without reason
without wings or wishes or whatnot
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love

above all big and tall tediums and mediums
or even a little itsy-bitsy teeny tiny small knot
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes

and whew     it's not enough     i need more
all the time     i'm fine     how are you not
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love

or another language     it's where we live
and what we are and what we thought
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes

and in some way we fly or cry or hold on
or let go of it when we have fought
that fluttery birdy-bird feeling that's love
rains down every never-ending incessant sometimes