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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

Dreams…a short story

Woman, Female, Beauty, Young, Portrait

“WAKE UP!” screamed a voice, making me squeeze my eyes closed even tighter.  “CAN’T YOU HEAR ME?  WAKE UP NOW!”

I turned over, pulled the blankets over my head, and hoped the yelling would stop.


“Well, no.  Of course not,” I muttered, stretching a bit.  “It must be Monday,” I moaned.  “That’s what’s wrong.  It’s Monday.”

“YOU’RE DREAMING OUT!” shouted the voice.

“Dreaming out?” I whispered, frowning.  “As in, bleeding out?”


I pushed myself up and threw my legs over the side of the bed.  I felt as if I weighed as much as The Great Wall of China, but I didn’t lay down again.  “Why are you yelling at me?”  I asked, forcing my eyes open.  “Um, you look just like…me.”

“I AM you.  You’re the dream and I’M the dreamer but you somehow screwed  things up.

“I did?  How?”

“I don’t know how, just get up. You keep dreaming me and I’m on my way to work.  You’re supposed to be gone during the day.  You shouldn’t EXIST in real time.”

“I don’t get it,” she said, rubbing her eyes.  “I feel real.”

“You aren’t real.  You’re a figment of my imagination.”


“I’M the real person.  You’re the dream.”

“How do you know that?”


“How do you know that you’re the real person and not the dream?”

“I just know.”

“Really pathetic answer.”

“Look, there can’t be two of us here at the same time, and I have to get to work, so you have to get out of my bed and go back to wherever you came from, or wherever you go, when I’m not dreaming you.”

“Why can’t we both be real?”

“We can, just not in the same place, or on the same plane.”

“Why not?”

“There can’t be duplicates.  There can’t be two of the same living beings at the same time, in the same place.  It doesn’t WORK that way.  What don’t you understand?”

“I think there can be.  I mean, we’re both here at in the same place, at the same time.”

She pulled out her phone and pressed a button.  “Sammy, how do I get rid of a dream person?”  She listened for a minute, then said.  “Got it.  Thanks.”

“Are you going to get rid of me?”

“You can come back when I dream about you next time.”

“But the bed’s nice and soft.”

“Too bad.  Here’s the plan.  You can leave by yourself, or I’ll have to erase you.”

“What does that mean?  Erase me?”

“Okay, we’ll do it the hard way.”

She gathered the herbs, the candles and the nail polish remover and laid them out in the proper way.  Then she said the words that Sammy told her to say, and the room got darker.  She mixed the herbs and added the polish remover, then cast the spell.

“I don’t feel so good,” said the self on the bed.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t have another me walking around.”

“You’re mean.”

“I’m not.  It’s all about physics.”

“No, you’re just mean.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” she said, watching her other self fade away.  “I’ll see you in my dreams.”

She waited until she was gone, then straightened the sheets, and finished her coffee.  She picked up her bag and headed out of her apartment.  Outside she was greeted by a beautiful blue sky and a warm breeze.  Traffic was heavy and people were everywhere.  She stood on the sidewalk and looked around.  She didn’t recognize anything.  She didn’t know where she was.

“What have I done?” she whispered, her edges already beginning to fade.



Sometimes it’s nice to have uncluttered dreams…

Fairy Tale, Night, Music, Fish, Sky, Fly

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