THE ONEIRONAUT 01
By Sheri-D Wilson
An oneironaut is a dream traveler, an explorer of inner space, which in Sheri-D Wilson’s futuristic poem is like being a unicorn, at least since the totalitarian overlords of the DoD (Department of Dreams) took over.
The sleep police are the next step in the evolution of the surveillance state, keeping the population in line mainly through use of a pill that prevents anyone from dreaming. But when a scientist named Rain stops taking her meds she becomes “awake for the first time,” enters a cosmic egg, and makes contact with a mythic underground movement.
The Oneironaut is the first part of a trilogy in verse and it rolls along with the fragmented, manic energy of a light show-cum-spoken word performance, full of exotic textual arrangements and capitalized sound effects. And it’s all put to great use, carrying a political message reminiscent of S. D. Chrostowska’s The Eyelid, as the unconscious stands in for the final frontier of freedom in a dystopic future that can’t even dream of escape.
Alex on SF 
When is the future dystopian, and when is it dystopic?
Where can I see a ‘ light show-cum-spoken word performance’?
How can I enter a cosmic egg?
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Depends on which side of the bed I get out of in the morning.
Right here, right now.
You have to be chosen for such a role. Sort of like pulling a sword from a stone.
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Trying to work out the pronouncing, is it 0ne – iron- aut, or mybe oh-nair-oh-naut, or one-ear-o-naut? I like the latter best.
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Good question. According to the Internetz it’s O-NYE-ro-naut.
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Hmm would rather have the author’s definitive on it, can’t believe the internetz.
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If this writer would take responsibility for her own actions and life, instead of wasting everyones time with a “message book”, the world would be a much better place.
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But then how would any books be written? Doesn’t Mitch Rapp have a message for us all?
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Same way they used to be written in ye olden dayes. With blood, sweat, tears and starvation. Just like nature intended!
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