Lucid Dreaming Poem by James McLain

There was a massive investment of time
and energy.
Controlling the dream, going places that
you knew existed,
but in this life you were unable to get to.
Dreaming of lottery numbers before they are picked,
waking up and writing them down.
Unable to buy a ticket in solitary confinement.
Twenty is not very old,
lucid dreaming for me was the only escape that I had.
There is no longer hope in a dream that few can do,
unless you're a monk in Tibet.
We could recognize each other at the airport, they dressed
in Orange robes,
due to my current age, I no longer go to the airport.
Facial recognition software is everywhere,
Except in my dreams, I control, where God can meet you
and you can greet him anywhere.