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Dreams

Dreams

We go to bed to sleep
but often dreams are what we reap
dreams seem to be confused
giving us very little clues

Some dreams do come true
while others turn us blue
but in them all is a mystery
which may be revealed in future history

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Tony Taylor

Hey Gordon!!......... cool write........ Premonitions go back thousands of years......... and originally were termed prophecy.......... because back then we were still developing Parapsychology and Metaphysics......... but nonetheless they still occur pretty frequently and most people just think of them as coincidence.......I enjoyed this my friend........... perfect formatting on this write as well.......... smiles........T xo

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Gordon McConnell

thanks Tony, glad you liked it, I was hesitent to put it on as it was one of my first written poems which maybe didn't think was great looking back but your words make me glad I did. 

Thanks again!

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Richard Waters

I dream a lot and this work summed up the variety of images and fantasies you can generate in the mind whilst asleep.

Nice piece.  

Best wishes to you.  :)

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Gordon McConnell

Thanks Richard, glad you liked it,   dream quite a bit myself though not every night!, have great weekend!

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