Posted by Blunder (213.65.19.70) on September 13, 2002 at 08:15:29:
Dear Gail (and wise collaborators!).
Once I dreamt I was a poet that could rhyme and find the correct words to create some good poems. The other night I woke up in midst of a nice REM-sleep cause I had dreamt a poem and could not find any good solution to some of the central lines.
This is the result so far:
Summer is over now it's September
A summer she always will remember
Her roses have withered
Mosquitoes - or something else have/has slithered or dithered
Next May she'll give birth to a new member
This summer is gone - it's September
Originally I was aiming at making a serious of nice love-poems covering all 12 months of the year, but my dream was crashed by an evil, mean and cruel person that just wanted to tease me. He called himself .oeg but I thinks his real name is Lysander or something like that. Besides I couldn't find any good rhymes for August as such words do not exist according to my normal dream-psycohologist's lexicon.
Nevertheless, will you please try to help me in this case or I'll have to spend many sleep- and dream-less nights in front of my typewriter and will not be able to post any dreams on your lovely site. All the best and take care!
Blunder