When I was fifteen or so I had a series
Of the most boring dreams imaginable --
Worse, even, than Prince Genji's dream
About having fallen asleep. In my dreams
Quite ordinary things happened -- I went to school
And came home. The things I learned
Were plausible; I remained fully dressed,
Never found I had to take a test in a room
That hid itself. I did exactly as well on dream tests
As I did on real ones. My friends behaved
As they usually did. One of them told me
His sister was getting married. (If she'd been three
I might have said "I'm dreaming," but she was 26.)
Perhaps these dreams were rejected drafts
For my actual days. No harm was done; I just have
Clear memories of things that never happened.
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