I mostly really like my dreams,
Though they can sometimes be
Fearful, surreal and odd
But, I really want to know
What it’s like to dream
As a cephalopod.
Yes, my desire is to know
What it’s like to dream
Like an octopus, squid or cuttlefish
Which each have nine brains
And that is the reason why
I have this impossible wish.
Each tentacle of
These maritime beasts
Has one mind of its own
To direct its actions,
To process its emotions
To understand the world.
So one mind could dream of catching food?
Another of meeting a mate?
Another of dodging predators?
Another of having fun?
And another of learning from schools of mackerel
Beneath the light of a watery sun?
Would it be like changing
TV Channels with remote control,
If there’s a nightmare on one,
Just change to two
So calm can be restored?
Or is it a complete cacophony,
Fear, love, wonder, desire, despair
All together at once?
But my one brain’s all alone
In its own bone dome
Ruling a nervous domain
Imagining cephalopod dreaming
And worrying about catching trains
