ONE ANGRY NEURON

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ONE ANGRY NEURON

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Last night I was dreaming and I was angry in my dream

I am not actually angry at anyone in the day

All the anger was in the dream, 

As was the unknown target of my anger

I do not know why I was angry but I had the sense 

That I had been treated unfairly

In waking life I have been treated unfairly in the past

Before I got boundaries and found a voice

Now I am not treated unfairly 

Yet in my dream my anger was alive 

Perhaps one neuron in my brain 

One angry neuron has the historic record

Of wrongs committed against me 

And that one angry neuron picked last night

To sound off because it witnessed me treated unfairly

And only now did it feel safe to defend me in the liminal

Surreal world of my dreams

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