cephalopod.dreams,

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