Posted 7:22 PM by Bonnie

Dream Poem: I've been writing a lot about my dreams lately and have been talking with my sister, Victoria, about dreams. She told me she had written a poem about dreams she had. I told her I used to dream about trying to rescue children from burning buildings, earthquakes, floods, etc but was never successful and that the dreams stopped when a daughter I had given up for adoption contacted me. Victoria said her poem was about disasters with her children. It was so uncanny we would have such similar dreams I asked her permission to post the poem.

SUMMER VACATION
by Victoria Rivas

I drive to DFW Airport. My children
fly without me, escorted by a stewardess, to
spend the summer in Pennsylvania with their father.
Led up the ramp, hands clasped together, unsmiling, they

fly without me, escorted by a stewardess, to
adventures. But the image of them plays in my mind,
led up the ramp, hands clasped together, unsmiling. They
will enjoy themselves, I chant, and plan to make my own

adventures. But the image of them plays in my mind.
Days stop, overwhelmed by their smell on sheets, pillows. They
will enjoy themselves, I chant and plan to make my own
vacation. Summer would be over far too soon if

days stop, overwhelmed by their smell on sheets, pillows. They
are fine. Their voices across telephone lines confirm.
Vacation, summer would be over far too soon. If
motherhood will leave me alone, I can have fun. Things

are fine. Their voices across telephone lines confirm
once more. I go to a movie not made by Disney.
Motherhood will leave me alone. I can have fun. Things
get quiet. I see plays, spend evenings with a book.

Once more I go to a movie not made by Disney,
The children would have disrupted concerts where I now
get quiet. I see plays, spend evenings with a book,
a new routine. Sometimes I forget I have children.

The children would have disrupted concerts, where I now
can go without thinking that each time. I fall into
a new routine. Sometimes I forget I have children -
frightens me upon remembering. Far away, they

can go. Without thinking that each time, I fall into
the first nightmare where I am running away, always
frightens me upon remembering. Far away, they
chase me. One child clings to each hand. I must buy tickets.

The first nightmare where I am running away, always
looking down to make sure both children are safe. People
chase me. One child clings to each hand. I must buy tickets.
I let go of Mackenzie's hand, hand over money,

looking down to make sure both children are safe. People
scream outside. Mackenzie is not beside me. Why do
I let go of Mackenzie's hand, hand over money?
Why did I not protect her? She lies dead in traffic.

Scream. Outside. Mackenzie. Is not. Beside me. Why do
dreams come like that? The second one comes as I wonder
why did I not protect her. She lies dead in traffic.
Nuclear war has been declared. Bombs are falling as

dreams come. Like that, the second one comes. As I wonder
what will happen to Ian, playing at a friend's house.
Nuclear war has been declared. Bombs are falling as
Ian's friend says he has gone to another friend's house.

What will happen to Ian? Playing at a friend's house
as sirens scream loudly. Phone lines are dead. I run to
Ian's friend. Says he has gone to another friend's house.
Repeat the same scenes. The same two rerun dreams each night

as sirens scream loudly. Phone lines are dead. I run to
save my children, never successful. Next year they will
repeat the same scenes. The same two rerun dreams each night.
Time closes on their August return. I cannot wait.

Save my children. Never successful. Next year they will
spend the summer in Pennsylvania with their father.
Time closes on their August return. I cannot wait.
I drive to DFW Airport, my children.