Note: This may not be poetry in the usual sense. Just decoding the rambles in my mind.
A dream is a dream for the sole reason it’s not reality.
To hide behind its self meaning and brittle glory is to submerge oneself beyond life.
To sweeten every moment behind...
I just don't absolutely buy into this. After awakening from ANOTHER weird elaborate dream, of which I will NOT document here, I was compelled to go online and do some research on alternate dream theories. There is research being done by people in the science community...
Hello, I just wanted to say that I dream so much, I don't remember a night where I didn't have at least couple dreams.
They range from everything very nice to very bizzare where I die. I asked around people I know and almost no one ever dreams. which I found to be weird, I though...
One dream I am most well-known for having is death dreams. I have lost track of all the death dreams I have had. I remember, it is usually my best friend, or a co-worker, who either shoots me, or stabs me.
One dream in particular I remember, I was at work, and somebody was...
I gaze up at the clear night sky.
It’s full of dreams:
Lifeless and still,
But constantly changing.
I want to
Touch those dreams,
For they are stored up there
Until I realize
If I truly want them.
I think I do,
If only for a moment.
But then they
Move away swiftly.
I once had a dream when I was little that I was camping with my dad. But as soon as we fell asleep I heard somthing outside the tent so I went to see what it was. What I saw scared me almost to death......A GIANT MEATBALL!!!!!! I started runing and runing till I got to the egde...
One night I just put to sleep after a while I opened my eyes and saw a woman dressed in red with a child in her arms and a shadow beside me threw a snake on the chest and the strange was that I felt the snake on my chest. sry for bad writting eng is not my native language