First day of class! A crowded lecture room,
A crush of people jostling for a seat,
But not a single face I think I know
(Until the dream, near morning, comes again).
For once not late, I still can hardly hear,
And, burdened by my books, might as well be.
The speaker in this dream is charismatic,
But the syllabus he reads is cruel,
And whispers say that he is only kind
In this first session—but what can I do,
With every other section more than full,
And this a mandatory entry course?
But at that moment, just before despair,
I blink, and saw the dream begin again.
But now, beside the only open seat,
I find a well-beloved, long-lost friend.
With courage that I only find in dreams,
I greet her with a warm and fierce embrace.
From there, the class proceeds on much the same.
But with a dear friend sitting by my side,
Things don’t look quite as bad; I think I’ll manage.
And from a nightmare I could not escape,
The Author has, with this one change, now made
A dream I vainly cling to when I wake.
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago, after the same dream which prompted last week’s poem. This is a description of the dream, as best I could remember it when I was awake.
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