Dream Poetic Numbers

About this poem

On April 11, 2022, while at one of my sons Long Island home, I awoke from a dream, and was informed by my wife, my sleeping partner and guardian angel, that while asleep, I had muttered in my dream, a sequenced series of numbers with a pattern that began as follows: 1,2,3 — 3,2,1; and continuing in like fashion, with 5,8,13. I am not a mathematician, and this dream message was a puzzle to me that I felt required interpretation. By later inputting the sequenced dream numbers on an internet search, I — lo and behold — discovered that there was a twelfth century mathematician named Bigolio Pisano (more famously known as Fibonacci), considered to be “the most talented Western mathematician of the Middle Ages,” who had tinkered with the inert alchemical properties of numbers to such a high degree that he left behind in the mathematical world his legacy of what is known today as the Fibonacci Sequence, denoted mathematically as Fn. This initial Internet research and inquiry led me to composing a poem upon waking that morning and calling it “Fibonacci Dreamscape.” Since that portentous dream, and after having composed a poem as a result of it, I continue to receive from my dreamworld, potent hints that the “Fibonacci Dreamscape “ wants me to continue investigations of its fertile realm, and reporting to the “waking” world this, my latest poem, “Dream Poetic Numbers,” as a response to that request. Despite the linguist Noam Chomsky’s famous claim that the sentence “Colorless green ideas sleep furiously” is syntactically well-formed, but is semantically meaningless, a “non sequitur,” I declare emphatically that in the bowels of the archetypal chthonic underworld, this statement is vibrantly full of meaning. more »