When something happens in a dream,
a memory appears, within which it
makes perfect sense.
You understand "Ah, yes.
I know the deal for this
well-lived experience."
Immediate. No question asked.
All scrutiny has been bypassed:
because it is from memory,
and feels well-pondered,
grounded fast.
So it proceeds, skips on apace:
each thing that happens comes prepacked
in random frame to fit its case.
Explained, because we know it's that.
These things, recalled in retrospect,
considered having woken up - do not
all seem so well-conceived
to fit together as backdrop.
Some real things, with real backgrounds
are dropped in. Verisimilitude,
you might forgive yourself to think
- but no, they're picked at random, dude.
The dream leaves us to suss it all.
To choose our acts and paths between
these elements already known,
each just a case of some known thing
- where some are real, and all feel real.
It doesn't even take a blink.
In life, we're used to misfit sense.
In dreams, we trust our memories.
Dream logic knows how blithe we are,
how little we trace consequence,
how confident that makes us feel.
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