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IT WAS A DREAM - 2

The relapse was swift
the scenes changed fast
I could hardly describe
the transport and the means
That took me far away
not by air, land and sea
I found myself in a place so strange
In the middle of a great hanging bridge
Over a large expanse of water
Suddenly
the bridge collapsed in front of me
Terrified
I ran faster than I had ever done
To get to the edge of the bridge
But not fast enough
to cover the stretch
I was afraid of being drowned
So I leaped and soared into space
Looking down the wreck below
I could fly; how I did it
I do not know
And so I found myself in bed again
It was just another dream

I do not like bad dreams at all
Be it nightmares or atavistic fear
You can sense the terror all around
To dream, we must as human beings
In dream, I can do any thing
I can drive without a car
I can fly without wings or aeroplane
But I can not face the bloody monster
The scenes changed in quick successions
So I took a trip to play at the beach
Smooth was the journey and everything we did
Until a guide appeared to take the lead
To show us to the collectibles shade
This turned out to be an iron cell
I stepped back and refused to enter
I was surrounded by dreaded dark men
Whose foreheads were strangely painted white
Hand in hand they closed in to seize me up
One held my hand and I began to freeze
I leaped in the sky and freed myself
Terrified, I woke with a start
Feeling numbness where I had the grab
Was that just a dream? I wondered

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More great imagery and visions of terror in part #2!

always, Cat

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in 'It was a dream - 3. For your comments and time, I say thank you and best wishes.

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A rekindled faith - Dancing in the Light

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