A Dream Is Still A Dream Until It Becomes Real Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
A Dream Is Still A Dream Until It Becomes Real
Call me weird to dream the impossible
When some phobias are in the stream of my blood
To live in the rainforest yet I'm hypochondriac
To walk on the terrain of trees in to the deep woods
When in fact I have ophidiophobia
Call me insane to reach the unreachable
Countries of my dream when I know I hate to fly
To see the distant world it has offered
London, Rome, or Tokyo - you name it
But the truth is: it's about my batophobia
It is such a fool of me to wish I could cross
Atlantic Ocean or the Pacific by a cruise
The Caribbean is too much to aspire
A step into the sand to tickle my feet
If I could only break my thalassophobia
But I doubt with all the phobias
A man like me has chrometophobia
For I have a strong-willed-mind
To cross the legal line to obtain wealth
And make these dreams become real
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As the sun settled to dusk, I see
Across the sky, me and the wind
In my culture, many believe that ‘what's in a dream' becomes opposite - meaning: if you dreamt of winning the lottery jackpot, it could be just a dollar or none at all.
Earlier in the day, after my wife and I cleaned three cars
[while my two "senoritos" were excused by their homework],
a relative invited us to go to a casino. Thinking about
losing $200.00 or plus, the family went to watch a movie and
dined at In n' Out instead.
Yet, science explained that the mystery of a dream is from the contents of the mind; therefore, anything registered in my brain [past, present, or future] becomes part of my dream. Although, my culture's belief is no truth, or yet to be proven, I saw in my dream how money can change a person's life. This is fact…when someone wins a lottery jackpot, all things change.
So, in my dream, I was playing my relative's money in a
quarter-slot-machine and I made her $153,000.00 richer. Wow!
That was truly a good fortune. [But is it my luck or hers? ]
Therefore, I wanted a share but money changed her from
moderate giver to a blatant self-indulgent (*) .
If my culture's belief translates this dream, I was the loser, but we didn't go; if we did, she might be the winner. But no one knows or can truly predict the future. Yet, I still believe in science: the mystery of a dream is from the content of our minds, for I have been thinking so much about my employer and my finances. And when [one of these days] I win the lottery jackpot, I will no longer be punished by our economy's situation; I will no longer call in sick at work; I will call in rich instead. And for my invisible friend: "your wish would be granted" that is… if money won't change me into "Swapang! (*) " But I doubt it, for I know very well who is NIAMBO.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:13:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Like this. We all have fears we need to overcome. Maybe the biggest fear is overcoming our fears. Great write.