Last night
was a night of wonder.
I can’t erase the images that I saw in my nightmare
which keep appearing in my psyche.
Maybe,
might I say,
the embodiment of the
bad dream was so vivid
so much so I could not help myself but keep rewinding
the same heart-pounding fragments of the dream. I could not agree more with the
idea that says
dreams are just games of sleep.
It could be that I didn’t wash
my feet which caused me to experience such a weird dream,
but,
on second
thought,
the dream was not just a dream, so to speak.
I dreamt of being hunted
by meteors which bombarded heavily from the sky.
Is it some kind of news?
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