Dickinson thought it good to dream, preferred it to bloody reality.

I don’t remember my dreams

DREAMSCRAPES BY STEVE BREYMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 139

---

Blake dreamed of a lost ant—a glow-worm and beetle helped him find his way

I don’t remember my dreams

Poe had a holy dream that cheered, steered by a lonely guiding spirit

I don’t remember my dreams

Whitman dreamed of a City of Friends, invincible to attack

I don’t remember my dreams

Dickinson thought it good to dream, preferred it to bloody reality

I don’t remember my dreams

Yeats, a poor man, had only dreams to offer his lover, please tread them softly

I don’t remember my dreams

Hughes dreamed hopefully, and wondered what becomes of dreams deferred

I don’t remember my dreams

STEVE BREYMAN

I’m a veteran of the US Army and a former campus radio public affairs broadcaster. I have run a State-wide environmental justice organization, worked in the Office of Climate Change at NYSDEC, and I;ve been a fellow at the US State Department. I live near Washington DC with my dog Muddy Waters.