Mustaffa Wazz

I had a dream I was naked in town

And I was late for school as well

An unconscious strain in my brain

Likely, preparing me for a livin’ hell

 

I wet the bed, and the doctor said

“Has the child also been lighting fires

Harming animals or himself

As we no longer use electrodes for rewires”

 

But as it transpires

The doctors were liars

Too much faith in their highers

Old professors and brainy friars

 

That’s when I first realized

Why the Crown needed those in the church

They were the only ones

Who could read and write

Required for medical and scientific research

 

Previously, your king

Was too busy fighting

But then a new thing

Reading and writing

 

The brightest and best

What a duet, to test

 

Luckily for me, I kept my head

And have since remained somewhat aware

Of the subtle, deep lessons learned

Consciousness-less, in a nightmare

 

“We also live in our dreams

We do not live only by day

Sometimes we accomplish

Our greatest deeds in dreams.”

Is what Jung had to say

 

Still now even hardcore materialist neural scientists

Who kill consciousness while slicing up brains

Have no choice, but to construe, what is true

From worlds their minds create, again and again

 

We underestimate the power of creative sentients

Forgetting that what we create, may not be true

So it took centuries to realize that, consciousness

Came in a range of states, not just two

 

Though altered states, man creates the best fates

Worlds just as believable as ‘The’ world itself

Representing reality, is as easy as ‘can be’

Dare I say, I could do it in my sleep myself