To sleep…perchance to dream…
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dreams are made
of hopes and wishes
of imagination
and thoughts
that may not be
exactly what we
really want
or need
but sometimes
the only want to find out
is by having them come true
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wild horses
race through my dreams
kicking up dust
their manes flying
sweat
wet on their backs
the sound of their
hoofs
pounding like thunder
in my ears
as they
lovingly
remind me
to stay free
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dream
of soft caresses
kisses
and hugs
treats
good food
and a soft bed
dream
of running free
of hearing laughter
and your name
called by
someone you love
dream
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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.
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…
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sleep
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
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in my dreams
fairies ride on dragonflies
and unicorns
wear armor
angels dance
on the heads of pins
and blue birds
carry happiness
tucked neatly
beneath their wings
starlight
can be kept in jars
to light a traveler’s way
and moonbeams
chase each other
through tree tops
even during the day
rain
never fall on those
who wish
to remain dry
and the wind
plays well with others
the sky changes colors
according to it’s mood
and laughter
sounds like wind chimes
floating through the air
it’s nice when dreams
are fanciful
when beauty’s all around
when joy
and peace
and kindness
is all that can be found
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