What's with all these dreams already?!
I know I've shared a plethora of my
midnight escapades . . . but this . . .
it never stops!
Last night for example, my parents
and the two of us, along with my two
grandsons, all went to supper at the
home of Trudy Carpenter's parents.
'Twas lovely to see Trudy's parents,
as well remembering the boys when
they were kids. The dream was like
watching a movie . . . complete in its
entirety.
Dreaming, I find myself attentive,
interested even, in the entire sequence.
In these dreams, I don't appear to be
surprised at the appearance of my
beloveds all grown up or long dead.
It's upon awaking that I realize . . .
I realize my life is being replayed
before my very eyes. What does this
mean?
I fear my soul is saying goodbye . . .
I know I've jested about this in the
past, but once I awaken and rehash
my dream, I actually start shaking.
Pray, stop the dreaming already . . .
sweet dreams or bad dreams
cinderella dreaming dreams
wheres that slipper now
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