Dreamt in Dokki

[billy]

Hi stalker, great write, and read. i'm guessing the dream is occurring in cairo or is about cairo, i say this because of Adnan and the mosque. after a few reads, i'm going to make an assumption (gulp) you either live in cairo or were visiting, and the golden palace is a hotel next to the mosque, where you were woken by people going to prayer. (the guy who shouts out from the tower.
i have no advice on changing anything, i see nothing that needs change. the dream feels to be less of a nightmare than you say in the poem. and more of a feeling of being lost. some really good images and it stands more than a good looking at. i'm thinking this is one of those poems that will work on many levels and i'm sure mine will be the weirdest
an excellent read
thanks.

The spider laughed,
slipped a little here and there
as he danced
his furry feet
in the pools of sweat gathered
inside my head,
tap tapping against
the bare bones
of my nightmare,
like half-drowned morse
tossed around
on a rough pillow.

I had gone to sleep
in my own bed
and woken
elsewhere,
somewhen,
in the Golden Palace.

My name,
driftwood, flotsam,
an alluring memory
far from my grasp
smashed by the dark;
wrapped,
a cocooned fragment
dangles helpless
with the rest,
in cobwebs.

Sticky remnants to feed
endless fear.

There, in the Palace,
next to the Mosque,
dreams are punctured
by Adnan.
The word of God interrupts
spiders and pillows and men.
That song weaves
another dance
and a promise.