Heavy dreams last night.

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About the three heavy dreams I had last night.

Submitted: August 30, 2015

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Heavy dreams last night.

Last night I had three very intense heavy dreams.
All three were those dreams where you get a feeling that stays.
Like it’s better than reality and full of strange lovely streams.
Hope these images will stick inside of my mind for more than  just a few days.

In the first dream I meet a nice teacher, and I dream this a lot.
But he really liked me with my heavy green eye make-up that I somehow seemed to have got.
An artistic connection that’s what we really shared in that dark room where I wasn’t scared.
I danced and I kept finding him again and again and again.
I kept finding this man.
Again.
I kept finding this feeling again.
When I kept finding this man.
Again.

The second dream made me believe the earth would collapse at exactly three PM.
I had to rush and run to get to the shuttle on time not knowing what to take with me neurotic as I am.
I thought I would be too late but they still had to wait for signal they said.
So I ran, I ran on my hands and my feet.
So I ran.
On my hands and my feet on the street.
I didn’t bring anything I might need.
But still I ran.

But the third one is actually the best of them all.
There was this big dark brown church with many rooms that were tall.
Full of old man practising music and being creative and kind.
I went there during the night.
Somebody left the door open and I sneaked inside.
I sneaked in during the night.
The men were so creative and kind.
They absolutely completely blew my mind.
And they liked me and shared very interesting findings with me.
Insanity making me extremely happy and slightly naughty.
Running through a church in the night.
And in my mind I noticed myself thinking having sex in a church is forbidden and wrong.
And the church bells starting ringing and waking me up dang dong!
Dang dong.
Heavy and strong.
Dang dong.
Putting me back where I belong.
Dang dong.

Oh please don’t take me away from here!
I’m going back to that place, my fatigue is so strong.
And so I’m finding one of these man again.
He has a nice plan.
I’m staying here.
But then a statue starts staring at me.
It’s scary.
I run back home through the open door where I belong.
And the church bells starting ringing and waking me up dang dong!
Dang dong.
Heavy and strong.
Dang dong.
Putting me back where I belong.
Dang dong.

 

-Sharon Miedema 30-08-15.


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