In Yaaländogs! The Dreams of Emmy de Zelaware, Part I: Bar-LeDeuc, a book published in 2002, there is, on page 153 of the hard bound edition (available only through me), a passage in which Berena Kamare’s “home entity”–a computer hologram named Rupa Tunapic–resolves a patent issue regarding a product commonly referred to as a Dream Recorder. In that passage, Rupa cites a song that came to Berena in a dream. Patent issue aside, the song itself has to do with the freedom of adventure that a dream can offer someone who is physically bound to remain in one place. Although I wrote the lyrics for this song, I did not have a tune in mind, so it may be read simply as a poem. I hope you enjoy it.
I pray, Louisiana winds
Tickly, prickly needles and pins
Away from Ruston send my dreams
Mystery plots with chaotic themes.
Whip over stones, topple some trees
Softly caress with gentle breeze
Faraway places, distant shores
Beyond these window panes and doors.
Take this dream my pillow anchors
Tug until the dream surrenders
Fill out the sails, follow the stars
Breathe life into night’s avatars.
Abandon long and morbid days
Ruston is brittle, but it stays
And so must I, my body fails
The mind, in Dreamland, never pales!
© 2002 David E. Miller