Recently I had a vivid dream / Two actually, ‘cause I dreamed it twice / Same night / Fueled by two pink Benadryl pills / and my tiny bottle of red wine. / I was writing a screenplay / Why not a plot for a book, I wonder? / Anyway the theme of the movie was / (of all possible delicious subjects) / the meaning of life! / This is after I had two dreams about Trump / (not on the same nights) / My twin dreams had a name that right after I woke up I immediately Googled / HERZOG / I recognized a few of his movies, though I couldn’t say I watched them / My screenplay weaved around and about this / Regarding the meaning of life, the questions are more significant than the answers / Or rather the answers lie in the questioning / Felt obscure enough for Herzog, Werner Herzog, I suppose. / Why I dreamed it, though, that’s my question / And why am I writing this poem (is it a poem?) about this dream with philosophical theme one day before Thanksgiving? / Who knows why / Perhaps to say thank you to the storytellers of the world / And they come in many shapes and forms / If the questions reveal answers, then the storytelling is… / (for me) how we become human / Just a human being, no more, no less. So, Happy Turkey Day! / ( Not for my vegan friends, that’s a different subject) / Hope you find comfort and joy among friends and families / Or strangers, fellow moviegoers, festival attendees, etc. / As for my two Trump dreams / (Nightmares, really) / Maybe I’ll share them another time.
