A few years ago, I noticed that almost every night, I find the most random strings of words running through my head just as I fall asleep. Sometimes they're completely disassociated, or form sentences that make no sense, like "broccoli and goldfish sailing through the sky..." But other times, I quickly wake myself up, and write them down before going back to sleep, and I find that the words are actually pretty cool. This isn't very common, but it has happened more than once.
The most remarkable instance of this happened one night when I was taking a nap, in a rather uncomfortable chair, in a rather noisy building. I couldn't move beyond that drowsy stage of pre-sleep, so words kept running through my head for about half an hour. With some surprise, I discovered that I was involuntarily forming rhymed poetry. I wrote it down on a napkin.
Here, incandescent blue light;
but there, high green deer.
They turned, amazed, to Anna’s portrait,
which, helter-skelter, ran freer.
Expect the recent bride to come
if her cardigans are grey.
The ocean seeks to win one man
on the barrel-tossers’ quay.
It was such an unusual experience, to write poetry without meaning to. I felt very lucky to have been able to wake myself up enough to write it down. I even like its randomness. I'm hoping this happens again sometime.