I visited you in my dreams last night
You’d had your hair done in a special way
You wanted to tell me something
But couldn’t think of what to say
You pointed to the garden
Where the pond had overflown
And then I found myself somewhere else
And to be honest I was thrown
You called me to you as the dream began
I climbed the flights of stairs
But as soon as we met up again
The dream simply disappeared
Next time when we meet again
Once more you’ll be someone else
But I’ll know your presence and know it’s you
And may even see your face
The Mansionic Perspective 
I dream too but more than likely don’t remember them.
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I have many a random dream, Beverly (which probably goes without saying…) and quite a few of them, I only remember them being weird… most odd!
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beautiful
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Thanks, Jodi! 😀
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Beautiful Tom.
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Thanks, Hélène! 😀
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Good piece Tom and so poignant! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin. Yes, I see what you mean… although I was just writing up my latest dream. It was in a strange order! 😀
And thank you.
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This is so beautiful Tom. ~ Cobs.
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Ooh, Cobs, thank you! 😀
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Lovely piece, Tom.
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Aw, thank you, Eugenia! 😀
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