Posted in The Wandering Mind

A Dream Story

It is not often that I dream

A series of images floating

Through my unconscious mind

Making little to no sense

Or maybe repeating a tale

A book or movie clip

That I watched recently

Or never saw at all

As if dreams could also

Draw from things like

Deja vu or premonition

ESP or another rendition

Of the fanfiction I read the other day

Or perhaps a childhood nightmare

That I never remember anyway

When by the light its chased away

To another dimension, time or space

Leaving me free to delve again

Back into the madness

Of the dream I forgot

Memory clinging to remanents

Of the imprint it left behind.

© Ruth P. – 2016

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An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

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