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Jul 17, 2008
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IT WAS A DREAM
IT WAS A DREAM I saw a monster whose face was blankWith all my strength I tried to runSomething held my legs and dragged them alongEvery step was hard a task to doA witch flew with spells across the skyI stumbled and began to crawlCrawling was not easier eitherHow to escape was all I could thinkEach move brought the monster closerWhat was that? I turned to lookThere it was in changing modeA strange looking mountain gorillaAn elephant in a human formA formless entity with all our fearsIt was really hard to tellMy heart beat faster and fasterI had no idea of what to doBut summed up courage and made a dashAnd found myself staring into the dark silent nightWondering what that was all about‘Do not worry’, I consoled myselfIt was just a dream The relapse was swift and the scenes changed fastI could hardly describe the transport and the meansThat took me far away, not by air, land and seaI found myself in a place so strangeIn the middle of a great hanging bridgeOver a large expanse of waterSuddenly, the bridge collapsed in front of meTerrified, I ran faster than I had ever doneTo get to the edge of the bridgeBut not fast enough to cover the stretchI was afraid of being drownedSo I leaped and soared into spaceLooking down the wreck belowI could fly; how I did it, I do not knowAnd so I found myself in bed againIt was just another dream I do not like bad dreams at allBe it nightmares or atavistic fearYou can sense the terror all aroundTo dream, we must as human beingsIn dream, I can do any thingI can drive without a carI can fly without wings or aeroplaneBut I can not face the bloody monsterThe scenes changed in quick successionSo I took a trip to play at the beachSmooth was the journey and everything we didUntil a guide appeared to take the leadAnd show us to the collectibles shadeThis turned out to be an iron cellI stepped back and refused to enterI was surrounded by dreaded dark menWhose foreheads were strangely painted whiteHand in hand they closed in to seize me upOne held my hand and I began to freezeI leaped in the sky and freed myselfTerrified, I woke with a startFeeling numbness where I had the grabWas that just a dream? I wondered It is a long night of dreamsTravelling the long and narrow roadTo where we all gathered to check our namesWhat was going on, I asked a bystanderTo see clearly, I inched myself into the crowdBehold, there it was, the ArmageddonBrim stones and fire falling with heatThe abyss was burning with wailing souls‘It is the judgement Day’, it dawned on meThe goats were separated from the sheepHeaven on the right and hell on the leftThe good and the bad were sorted outI hid behind the rocks with fearWondering where I would be asked to goSomehow, in that very dream, I told myself‘It is just a dream, open your eyes’I was amazed and dumbfoundedThe neighbourhood was under stormSerious evangelism was underwayThey claimed to have the right to intrudeTo spread the good news through songs and praisesWith loud speakers blaring into the nightThe noise they made sipped into my dreamAnd the world came to an end.
— t. reflexion, Jul 17, 2008
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Barbara Writes
17 years 11 months ago
T. Reflexion
weirdelf
17 years 11 months ago
You lost me with the title
t. reflexion
17 years 11 months ago
Thank you allLine 51 should
barbsdad2003
17 years 11 months ago
A powerful story ...
t. reflexion
17 years 11 months ago
Thank you
pinksheep
17 years 11 months ago
Imagery
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