[SoothingDave]

Rub the sleep out of your eyes and get to class!

[NicknamedBob]

Hypnopompic

.

Between

Between the dreams and the waking,
As dawn comes up in the land,
There comes a moment of clarity,
That I feel I could touch with my hand.

I can know that I’m no longer dreaming,
But my mind doesn’t say that it’s wrong,
That the dream-stuff still may linger,
The way music trails off in a song.

So at that moment’s perception,
As I rise quite refreshed from my rest,
I form up a flower of loveliness,
To remind me of how I’ve been blessed.

Then as the long day develops,
While dealing with folks and their schemes,
I lower my head for a moment,
To breathe from the flower I dreamed.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . August 8, 2008

[xsmommy]

Due to the hypnopompic state this woman lives in, she belongs in a mental institution.

[afraidfortherepublic]

Although I’m still hypnopompic, I think I remember that it’s my birthday today.

[TruthShallSetYouFree]

Each day, although I’m hypnopompic
I try to create a cute limerick
About Barack or Michelle
Hey—can anyone tell
Me if either of them has a prom pic?