tell yourself, “i am awake and dreaming” 17 times a day

21 Jul


ouroboros person

I get lost in a neighborhood,

trying to cut


but the roads just go on and on,

a maze with no end.

The houses get more and more

decrepit; and then

I see a parked car, painted like a zebra.

But I am awake.


In a dream,

my dad buys me a car, painted like a zebra;

yet I can’t be sure;

which zebra car came first?


To tell myself that I am dreaming in the day

is to pull a release lever on my furrowed brow.

I give myself permission to be the listener,

the watcher,

the dull one at the party where the walls dance better than I.

I am the dreamer with no opinion.


Tired of debate, tired of ideas,

I prefer my meowing session with the tiger

camped outside my door,

the rain on my roof,

I mean my skull,

counting out the change;

this thunder never stops,

a hallway never ends.

Boiled down to just bare eyes and ears,

I have no thing to teach,

no theory on which to base my lessons.


Can we dream together while we are waking up

instead of all this talking to make sense?

Patterns exist in the night and  in the day –

But I will not be mapping it out –

I know how it ends and so do you,

but who is directing the film?

David Lynch gets a guest spot, I’m sure.

S – Thank you for the book and the blurring of the lines; see me irreversibly lost in a dream.




23 Responses to “tell yourself, “i am awake and dreaming” 17 times a day”

  1. smilecalm July 21, 2014 at 2:22 pm #

    may there be restful moments
    during the dreaming 🙂

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 12:28 pm #

      smilecalm – may all experience
      deeply within the peace and joy
      you radiate so beautifully 🙂

  2. S July 21, 2014 at 2:26 pm #

    A quote from the book from one of your true companions :). Love ya sista!

    There is nowhere left to go and no need to go anywhere once you are here, because everything is inside you now. And everything is so small. However huge any scientists choose to make the age of the cosmos, you are more ancient. However far into the distance of outer space they claim it reaches, you reach further.

    And you are fresher than time: the indescribable treasure that was never lost and that no one exists to find. For in the whole universe of shifting shapes and forms you are completely alone.

    But, once you have realized this, you might just happen to throw a glance over your shoulder for the briefest moment and catch a glimpse of those who are like you—your true companions.

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 1:14 pm #

      Heart grateful for thee! You bring so much illumination into my awake dreaming life! xoxox! m

      • ~meredith August 1, 2014 at 1:49 am #

        (very awesome video short, dream girl. see you in the mist.) x. ~m

  3. amandaseesdreams July 21, 2014 at 5:23 pm #

    Dreaming and David Lynch???? Seriously do poems get much better?

    “Tired of debate, tired of ideas,

    I prefer my meowing session with the tiger”


    Love brow releasin in the daytrippin!!


    xx Amanda

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 12:34 pm #

      Oh yes, you are well-versed
      in the daytrippin’ arts; no need to wait
      for the night to dream round these parts for a while now! 🙂
      Sending out a grin to you on this trippy Tuesday! xo! m

  4. Alison and Don July 21, 2014 at 6:04 pm #

    There’s always the greatest release, and the greatest peace when I remember it’s all just a dream. 17 times a day would be good 🙂 Thank you for this beautiful reminder.

  5. seeingm July 21, 2014 at 6:11 pm #

    Here is to the joy found with the weirdness of peeking (and sometimes getting) outside of the box. 🙂 -x.M

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 1:09 pm #

      Oh M, you do have such a knack for finding just the thing. I am mesmerized by this and you! (My eyes can hardly soak up the out-of-this-world/time quality of Swinton and filmmaker!) xo!m

  6. Alison and Don July 21, 2014 at 6:18 pm #

    I would just like to add that your wonderful poem prompted me to drop into the knowing that it’s a dream for the first time in a long time. It was much needed, and revelatory. Thank you so much Marga.

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 12:39 pm #

      My friend is taking an online dream course with a Tibetan Monk, and she said to me the words in the title of this post the other day on the beach where we were taking a walk. Since those few days ago, I found my release lever working so efficiently throughout the day – every scape has been so dream-like and like you say, it brings such peace and relief – and humor! The right little nuggets always seems to be coming along in the stream of love, don’t they? I love the blue footed Boobies – if that isn’t daytrippin visions, I don’t know what is! xo! to you and Don! marga

      • Alison and Don July 22, 2014 at 3:02 pm #

        Oh yes the humour! I am in a dark hole of misery and then remember I’m dreaming it and burst out laughing! It makes me smile just writing about it. How silly it all is. And wonderful.
        Aren’t those blue-footed boobies a hoot. Astonishing magical daytrippin visions yeah!

  7. ptero9 July 21, 2014 at 7:56 pm #


  8. Michael July 22, 2014 at 12:21 am #

    Yes, please. I would like that, dreaming our way to wakefulness. The additional quote from S bowled me over just as I was emerging from the referee’s standing eight count. They’re taking me back to the locker room now for a CAT scan. Probably find out I’m missing who I was. Now who’s driving?

    I’m going to have to switch sports from making sense to something else entirely. This poem has ruined for my old trappings. Tiger wrestling is looking good, or midnight sky-diving with a Sufi poet strapped to my back whispering the Ending into my ear in Arabic. Really… there’s so many options, aren’t there???


    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 1:03 pm #

      I think this is what I like best about the MVP Michael, his flexibility on the field. He had such a great arm with this season’s Sensicals – but his exits off the field with apparent injuries led to his poetry readings over the loudspeaker during the half-time show, as well as acrobatics off the back of the tiger, fire juggling, and the finale – the airplane jump with Hafiz into a tank of sharks. Just amazing! Who could dream up such a character? xo! marga

      • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 3:23 pm #

        not injuries, missing identity issues 🙂

      • Michael July 23, 2014 at 1:55 am #

        I did used to try and make sense. I apologize for that. I’m feeling very much caught in between now– there’s no easy way back, probably no way back at all, and the airplane full of Sufi poets and all the rest of us has just gone wheels up towards a fiery horizon. No bailing out now. It’s like grabbing hold of a moving train, or being pulled on water skis by a boat that’s just a little too fast for comfort. It looks fun, but you’re hanging on for dear life. Thankfully, there’s friends. A whole sky full of parachutes… No ground in sight…


  9. cheyennepaints July 22, 2014 at 1:10 pm #

    Wow, so glad I dropped by to hear the meowing and rain drops, Marga. For someone who thinks dreams are reality, it’s good to be reminded that it works both ways.

    • marga t. July 22, 2014 at 6:21 pm #

      The little piece of art found to put at the top of this post had that yen/yang perspective of night/day, dreaming I’m awake/awake and dreaming, life, death, ouroborus, riff going on. Thank you for reminding me, too, on the flip side! xo!

  10. ~meredith July 23, 2014 at 3:55 pm #

    I really like this poem, Marga.

    • marga t. July 24, 2014 at 11:38 am #

      Thank you ~M! So strange the way life flows anymore; a few days go by and I wonder myself exactly who wrote it…

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