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of soft caresses
and hugs
good food
and a soft bed
of running free
of hearing laughter
and your name
called by
someone you love



Photo:  Fabian Gieske

Okay, so…

I’ve had two reoccurring dreams in my life.  One is horrific and the other one is this…

I’m standing on a hill holding my mother’s hand.  It really is my mother.  I’m about six.  She’s wearing a plain cotton printed “house dress,” like the one’s they wore in the 40s, I think.  I don’t know what I’m wearing.  We are staring out over the land, which is all jagged black glass.

My mother is a scientist.  The only people alive are scientists.  I can see the building we all live in, from the hill.  The sky is thick dirty orange.  We never see the sun or what was once, so I’ve been told, a blue sky.

She is thinking.  I am quiet.

Children are born to become scientists, and continue the work.  There is no childhood, there is only the work.

All I can see in the dream,  is the black glass, and the weird light from the dome, far down the hill.

I know my mother, as well as the others, is trying to find ways to bring the earth back to life, even in the smallest way.  Some of the scientists were prepared for the “Event,” they warned everyone about years ago.  That’s why we have food…seeds from the seed bank…as well as everything else in the building.

I am going to be the kind of scientist my mother is.

The entire dream consisted of us standing on the hill holding hands, looking at the jagged black glass.  But there was a breeze, because her hair and her dress were moving.  She wasn’t wearing a coat, and she didn’t seem cold, so it must have been warm.

We just stood there.  I’m not sure she even knew she was holding on to me, she was so lost in thought and what if’s.


My grandson called me on his way home from work, just now, and he asked me if I had seen, or heard, the latest climate change report…that it’s too late, and the water will keep rising and he kept talking…but just like that…

I was back in the dream….standing on the glass hill, holding my mother’s hand.


Fire Eater…

I might have wanted to be a lot of things during my life, but I can honestly say that FIRE EATER, was never one of them.  Nope.  It never crossed my mind.  Maybe if I got my wish and turned into a dragon…but that never happened, so…


Photo:  Cameron Venti

Some people have big dreams, even if they may need some editing…

Hitchhiking Astronaut

Photo:  Tom Leishman


woman in black and white long sleeve dress sitting on black and white bed

Photo:  mali desha


Street art…Dreams

black and white woman portrait

Photo:  HannahMiddleton

Sleep…a poem

and dream
of beautiful things
for soon
the real world
will push it’s way into
your life
and the clouds
will no longer speak to you
and the unicorns
and angels
will be replaced
with video games
and war
as you struggle
to remember
all that was beautiful
before you
came here


Photo:  AdeleMorrisPhotography

Dreams…a poem

Under Water, Fashion, Woman, Underwater

tell me your dreams
don’t leave anything out
give me all the details
and I’ll wrap them
in clouds
tie them up
with sun beams
and keep them safe
they’re ready
to come true


Picture:  Pixabay

To sleep…perchance to have sweet piglet dreams.

Pigs, Piglet, Animal Babies, Cute


Picture: Pixabay

Dreaming of elephants…a poem

if you’re dreaming
of riding an elephant
it’s always a good idea
to wear blue
and a hat
is a nice touch
as well
have a very keen
fashion sense
and if one is not
properly attired
that person
may find himself
on the ground
or worse
falling through
the dream
are like

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