{"id":28150,"date":"2016-08-14T07:15:08","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28150"},"modified":"2016-08-14T07:15:08","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T11:15:08","slug":"dreamscapes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/dreamscapes\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreamscapes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The stages for my dreams are<br \/>\nsometimes unfamiliar, but mostly<br \/>\nplaces that I know. A flood plain<br \/>\nby an old bike path, a bus route I used to take,<br \/>\na bus depot I used to frequent, my grandma&#8217;s<br \/>\nhouse, my uncle&#8217;s house, a grocery store<br \/>\nor two. Because apparently my dreams are humdrum.<br \/>\nThey want nothing more in sleep than they do in life;<br \/>\nto go shopping and deciding which sweet<br \/>\ntreat to get and working out the best<br \/>\nsale price in the produce aisle.<br \/>\nMissing busses,<br \/>\nalways missing busses every damn time.<br \/>\nMissing busses, missing stops, and transferring to<br \/>\nthe wrong train.<br \/>\nMy favorite dreams are the ones where I go running.<br \/>\nI run<br \/>\nto a place that is familiar<br \/>\nin dream state,<br \/>\nbut when I awake I&#8217;m unsure of exactly where it is,<br \/>\npart of the path by my old Niagara house<br \/>\nand part of the path my my old school<br \/>\nand always by a dead end and sometimes I wonder<br \/>\nif the places I dream are just the ghosts<br \/>\nof the places they once were. As if  the earth has muscle memory and that<br \/>\nis what it wants me to see while I&#8217;m dreaming.<br \/>\nSo I continue deciding, searching, and deciding in my dreams<br \/>\nas if there&#8217;s any hope for me doing those things in my awake life.<br \/>\nThat is if that is not a dream as well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The stages for my dreams are sometimes unfamiliar, but mostly places that I know. A flood plain by an old bike path, a bus route I used to take, a bus depot I used to frequent, my grandma&#8217;s house, my uncle&#8217;s house, a grocery store&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28238,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28150\/revisions\/28238"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}