For the second time
I had this dream
I tore my jacket
I ripped the seam
The chandelier
It did appear
You’d be hanging out
Above the clouds
I’m sorry Wade
It seems i’ve made
A brief mistake
The floor would shake
The door was dark
A black dogs bark
The womens face
The broken vase
Then I woke up
I’ve had enough
Of this damned dark disdain dream.
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AlinaVanderson (
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Your dreams are sending you a message. Oftentimes, they are opposite of what we expect. As an example, a birth sometimes is symbolic of death and vice versa. 🙂
Enjoyed the words you've penned.
that's extremely interesting, i'll have to look more into that. I'm glad you're enjoying them, I plan to write more soon
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