About dreams

For our penultimate session we focused on Sarojini Naidu’s ‘My Dead Dream’. Here, we wrote pieces that explored what the world would look like if all creative ideas were actualised.

I thought it was a dream...

by Joao Godinho

and in dreams you get all kinds:  
clowns doing funerals,  
wars with jokes for bullets.

In dreams you can visit stars,  
Hollywood, or proper ones,  
in the sky beyond,  
and ask for autographs that burn like hell.

In my dreams I travel time,  
every so often time travels with me.  
And we both get stuck in traffic jams  
raised by funeral clowns school rush.

When I woke up from this dream,  
I didn't realise it was real after all  
until I got to sleep again.

How strange that we can only dream realities  
when reality becomes a dream.